Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
there ain't no god here, as far as i can see; your god of hope and light never did nothin' straight by me.
keep building your ladder out of here. i'll bring you more lumber. mine crumbled into the muck after i nailed the seventh rung. there's no air between us and the sky; you should practice holding your breath before you start building up much higher. i used to practice in the mud. there are rainbows down here, too; if the sun ever comes out, watch the oil collecting its light and splintering it into greasy colors. don't try to pick them up. i tried once, and the oil clung to my hand like the tears of abandoned children. and it wouldn't wash off in the rain. it won't ever stop raining.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Sunday, May 4, 2008
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