28.Apr.2001

dayglo

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cells

cells ... that haven't been ... touched ... before.

My cells are trying to grasp the magic that was last Friday, and they are failing miserably. My body is moving like watery sinew, and I am not ashamed.

It marked the end, the beginning, and the end of something. I am not so careless. I blame you for thinking so.

I will open when I need to open. You will learn to slowly understand this.

Like a kiss, delivered from the top of the head to the soles of the feet; it opens when it must. Otherwise, you are left with fog and distance. My brain:tide is content on that thought.

It's more towards the dayglo. It's not truth.

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time & machine