sunday was maybe the best night of my life

2005-01-19, 12:21 a.m.

lets take our brains and cut them into pieces. we can arrange them in the window sill like stained glass, and your flesh can slip slide down mine when gravity beckons it near. a tight knit circle on the floor, we take turns engulfing the sky blue trinkets in our plams, and lift our faces to the night as we take swigs of water. pretty soon, much sooner ( mabye later ) than expected, i have the feeling that im in the womb.
dan's smile is sneaking up the mirrored walls
the air inside this house is wearing a coat made of coyote fur

people get up to dance, and they are weeping willows in january, they are sheets of fine knitted fabrics on the laundry line; i am the stream of conscious water below them.

you can fit each hour into a cradle and send it off to bed, so unique and inalterably wealthy, staccato dreams would cover the floor tiles in each nursery.
- ill turn this down to laugh -

- ill look at friends like they were strangers at a bus stop in Alabama-

flip myself over, shirtless and gasping, wondering if anything could exist outside of this place (would anything want to exist if not in this genuine state?)

all i know is the months are going to fly by like the Concorde, and ill wait at the terminal