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[sid] => 56423
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => stream
[time] => 2004-07-16 16:32:23
[hometext] => thoughts of a mixed-up insomniac (even I can't remember what i was talking about)
[bodytext] => Laughter lingers like a shark. Sleepless, I plunge his t-shirt into water... I'll clean it for him. But I won't give it back. Splinter in my most vulnerable finger Making itself known again. Music sings me stories. But I can't listen loud. Got my glasses pushed up my head because I can't bear my eyes so small and plain. And clear. Oh, just get out. I don't want to give them an easy ride. Warped accusatory voices waft up the stairs. Bite my nails, twizel my greasy hair. Shift. You don't love me like this, do you? Conspiracies sprung from an upset stomach Seriously? Seriously, I need to observe these deteriorations with a keener eye. Even my skin is warning me. Peels off my guilty face. And I don't even know why. Am I guilty? What have I done? Just one clue, please. Aargh! In the box. In the box with it all, I say. There's a box for everything. Calm. Keep my tongue cool and civil. Against it's will. Everyone is a strange temperature. Shaken well. Am I going to get away with it this time? I do it out of L.O.V.E. (I think) That's what the song merrily shouts. Can't think through it. Too quiet. Phone is silent. Buzz, *****. I need someone. Right now. Just to amuse. But I don't want to be near them. I want to be on my own. Hear me? I just want some words to reply to. Ideally from a train away... Though a bus would do. But then again, I am more fond of the bus ride. Dizzied. I love him. Yeah? Like all the others? No. Just him. So what's with the other guy's t-shirt then? I'm afraid to go back. There, I said it. Not that he gives a ****. Struggling to balance atop several different fences. The Flower and the Painter are sick. Wave my wand and make it better Doesn't work long-range. Keep in. I'll try but I'll lose control. Transfer to team-member 'Dream', please. Sleep is the answer. Sleep is the answer. Sunrise will solve all. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 60 [informant] => dolly_dagger [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac )
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