sometimes I wish people weren't brick walls
weren't mindless pools of themselves
weren't endless tunnels of self satisfaction
I wish people will purge themselves of temptation
of fixation and desperation.
sometimes I wish people weren't hollow
weren't emotionless
weren't self affirming.
sometimes i wish i wasn't a person.
For Whom The Southern Bell Tolls
-Don't play the Victrola now honey.
-What Victrola mama?
-Any Victrola.
Friday, May 23, 2008
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