good day
a language that i’m too involved in, a language that i’ll never understand.
i am drunk, i shall admit that much. the extent of my revelations may well stop there. however, it depends on the elasticity and determination of my hand. it takes a life of its own at this juncture. it is not put off by the intermittent noises off the street, the fascination with the way these words are forming, the thoughts of you (always the thoughts of you).
a glance towards the computer. it makes all the difference. it is the conversion of private thought into public exorcism. it matters not who reads it (i know their names), it is an indication unto itself.
it might be confidence.
August 13, 2007 at 12:58 pm
this made me smooth waltz myself back to you.
August 13, 2007 at 8:36 pm
why not upload a sex scandal… that’ll be one hell of a public exorcism right there.