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2005-06-05 9:30 a.m.
it's time to account for myself in letters overseas, and i'll collect (connect) old friends to keep my ancient parts hidden, overplayedone more time on the radio, skip and cycle through the rain, a strange thing occurs, as i am leaving the bookstore, arm in arm with saul, who has given himself up to love
the urge hits, and i am running, full speed and blind, over the slick asphalt, soaking in the early summer, out of control
i can't begin to count the cracks that take residence outside my house, the fact that nature always trumps man, always holds the last card in the best hand
leaves me where i began, humbly looking for a room (womb) to crawl back in, so that i could start again.