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Friday, July 04, 2003

Empty Phonecalls & Lost Numbers became friends.
Close and long distance. Out of sight and out of mind.
There were piles of crumpled papers
and dirty underwear everywhere,
but never the ones you needed to find.
The city's dirty air filtered through it's people
who wore down paths that led to money steeples...
Off track taking off tight-ripped pants
the elastic band snapped back,
and I loosened her bra-strap.
One of my best friends is a cat
who's been missing in action
one year this fall.
Knowing something is a sliver of the fraction
not knowing anything can be the hardest of all.
I don't know where you are...
Wishing upon a star.
Rising above and below the zeros.
Making love, songs, villains and heros.
I stumbled into a rumble,
and a dead woman in the park.
Silenced victims and roaring lions
made cats call and dogs bark.
" I don't care much for cliches " she stated,
" especially when I'm one of them."
Typical bulldykes with strap-ons & crewcuts.
Rednecks with little dicks and big trucks.
All the overused lines you think suck.
Like Oh baby, I love you.
Cell phones. E-mails. Web sites.
Three genie wishes in fourty days & forty nights.
Fight or flee in fright.
The want for the words to be just right.
Read it over, cross your T's and dot your I's.
The way you may have thought it to be
can come as a BIG suprise!
Suprise, love's no stranger.
We are closer than we have ever been.
I will call on you. You already know your answer.
You have been it in a dream.
Awakening to the new moment
unheard, touched and seen.
Sewing reality stitches into streams of being~
Up so late with destinys date, and out of touch with families.
Listening to societies, eating in & out, and now blogging.
The bikerbabe, help me, I think I'm a rock star fag
misses seeing those tight, fresh buns jogging.
Tick-talking ole lines
no sir, i won't spare you the time
now's the time you've been flogging.
I'm logging off and out of here.

You're so serious.
Always reading in between the lines.
The need to configure~
Relax, enjoy the ride.