a warm feeling on my cheeks where the moments danced

2003-09-16, 10:27 p.m.

"flabergasted to be in each others presence" the moments collide and they drink the spiked punch that will make them wobble- such a breeak from the linear wok day- to their homes. alone, or with a drunken partner, each will sit in bed with ruffled white sheets; a vacant stare because they have lived their bit of life, they were the heat and the tears for the split span of thought, but now the faded viscera is sullen and tired.

nyuk nyuk nyuk goes the duck duck duck

full of feel, the comfort of a loved chair seated next to the fireplace. making me wonder what to write, how to make symbols for how it feels to look at you.