An epithet in lethargy, or Kase Neurosa and the stairwell that led to the ocean: The hospital haunt-bound inertiatic has no retina, yet wakes in a dining hall, whose floors are stained with the air raid of chandeliers. The ones whose spite influenced strike upon blow to a sun-bleached crimson carpet (a color now reinstated as that of a portrait lifted of every hue but the base of coffee) with debris of glass and powder. Meanwhile, back at Soviet Existentialism.. No amount of caffeine in my veins is really enough to subdue the nostalgia, but nothing's so assuring as the occasional somnolence stains. The sky's better now, rue can drift and get lost in the snow on it's own.
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how to wake yourself up completely:
my fingers still move, so i'm good.this is what happens when you close your eyes and let the sound of the clock rip you from the inside. 12:48 and i still somehow get on the wrong bus, just like how i... Posted by on Fri, 03 Mar 2006 21:43:00 GMT
