Friday, December 15, 2006

When sanity cries, they come calling.

I have befriended myself and seen the limits of my loveliness. I start all sentences with I due to the cracking of my facade. In sonic interference and judgement comes freedom. William Blake reminds me of my uncle. The stars align for only a moment, then remit their origins to the light. My belly bounces vibrantly against the lake. I leap high into the wrong. Insanity is ours, if only we ask for it. God is here for the taking. Surrender the night to a reed bending noir. Extrapolate poison. Exemplify to the world the significance of Oz. Entrance oneself with Krumping. Clown dance your way to the soul. Enter underneath from there.

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