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Tuesday, February 18, 2003
RANT, RANT, RANT!
Talk about ranter.
Rollin around in the rat shit.
It's true, I ate my nemesis.
The old house swallowed me whole.
We are all sooo full of it.
A pat on the back for making it down to the gallery.
Echo'z of war...
Art that persists like awakening the identity.
Old fires that need rekindling.
Suspician hogging up the noisy rooms.
In the silence of the oum--
in between breaths...one last nights rest
as I know not where to go...
I ride life like the wave that builds and flows
keeping steady on my toes.
Love makes me bold as stories unfold.
I want to run away from it but my heart will not allow it.
Like life incognito I don't recognize deaths face,
even though it has led me to this place--
standing right next to her.
My hands still tremble and heart still pounds~
but as the last plane flies out I know she'll be on it.
Here's looking at you kid.
posted by Milli
at 2/18/2003 08:29:00 PM
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