Still in a center hold I can see almost nothing around me. Talking with Z over a beer at the bar we played out a year ago I realized this. Being in Canada I catch a glimpse of our proximity to hell and the soft and steady fixture of closeness. I can see it, I just can't say it yet. Just can't dumb it down, not in the least, not while I can still draw on something, suck it through a straw and splash around in it. Even all those dark memories. Even the dream.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
beds n roses
Still in a center hold I can see almost nothing around me. Talking with Z over a beer at the bar we played out a year ago I realized this. Being in Canada I catch a glimpse of our proximity to hell and the soft and steady fixture of closeness. I can see it, I just can't say it yet. Just can't dumb it down, not in the least, not while I can still draw on something, suck it through a straw and splash around in it. Even all those dark memories. Even the dream.
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