Archive for August, 2010


High Week

High week, don’t make it a high week.

I’m sorry we’re stuck, behind lightning, after dropped arms, after the dams breaking.

Finally.

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A letter or two

So when I woke up there was this monster

I felt what a giant I could be, screaming and tearing apart every bit in the room

I was fueled by the rage, finally fueled by the rage I felt

it was finally burned up to be, burned up and used as something,

and becoming something different, eventually, finally.

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