novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- songs of the middle. of process and eventuality. of the in-between. i'm waiting for something to click inside. like a light switch suddenly turned on, an illuminated little room. you think it will happen any time soon? i have dreams where i pack up a working automobile and drive to any city anywhere, my collection of collections in tow, my cat moaning in the backseat, and then unpack. and then sit on the front lawn of any house or apartment complex in any city anywhere, and play music. i'd figure the rest out after the songs ended. but if you stick with me you can help me. i'm sure we'll find new things to burn. cause we are proof that the heart is a risky fuel to burn. you know you are getting close to something when escape sounds like las vegas, all glittery and promising. 10:33 pm - 02.12.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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