Friday, November 12, 2004

dripping dreams

goodbye to the dance of tomorrow. hello to yesterday's package rereouter network bitpiece distributors. crowds of prisoners showing feelings under their painted on frowns. i am a prisoner to those rabbit hammers and darkened corner dream workers. they took all the toys from the attic and left it stale and musty without purpose. familiar songs drip from my dreams without the screams, without the gargled glass throat sores and tension aches floating down the evening stream. joy still persists despite the clamp on the tortured and tested mind that rests inside my skull.


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