 a bookshelf sinks into the sand & a language learned & forgot, in turn, is studied once again it's a shocking bit of footage viewed from a shitty TV screen you can squint at it through snowy static to make out the meaning just keep stretching the antennae, hoping that it will come clear we need some reception, a higher message, just tell us what to fear because i don't know what tommorow brings it is alive with such possibilities all i know is i feel better when i sing burdens are lifted from me, that is my voice rising! so michael, please keep the tape rolling boys, keep strumming those guitars we need a record of our failures we must document our love i have sat too long in my silence i have grown too old in my pain to shed this skin, be born again, it starts with the ending so thank you friends for the time we shared my love stays with you like sunlight & air oh, how i truly wish i could keep hanging around here but my joy is covering me soon, i will disappear it's not a movie, no private screening this method acting, well, i call that living it's like a fountain, a door has opened we have a problem with no solution but to love & to be loved so, i've made peace with the falling leaves i see their same fate in my own body but i won't be frightened when i am awoken from this dream & returned to that which gave birth to me & the story goes on & on & on & on... older Oct.03 Nov.03 Dec.03 Jan.04 Feb.04 Mar.04 Apr.04 May.04 June.04 July&Aug.04 September.04 latter.04 .05 .06 2004-08-31 - lost in my clueless life
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