the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Adium is a hell of a drug.

When the hands reached out around the clock,
They found themselves back where they had begun,
Strung-out and empty-handed; nothing happened
Between now and then, A dream is just a dream
And this changes nothing.
The more I talk, the less I know,
So come on, bones, all the blood is waiting.
We are humans with our hearts
But lawyers with our cases,
Protecting what we meant with something else we say.
The plaintiff is just an atheist, turning bibles into books;
I had criticized the retraced lines, but the author is a crook.

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