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1. we all know versions of people we all know blips- flickering tv screens with constantly changing channels on to the next, one after another maybe this show will feel right maybe this genre will fit unsatisfied by the plot in this episode unfamiliar with the characters on the screen the lighting in this room isn't quite right eyes flickering in candlelight skipping over the horror channel very quickly trying to move on to the love scene 2. you talk about my body like it is a puzzle we have to finish i'm waiting for you to realize it is actually a dress that will never fit anyone but being a puzzle gives me some time, so i let you piece together the edges you create a faceless outline and call it a beautiful frame for a piece of art you don't quite understand 3. but i will never be the basillica and i am not an augustine it's impossible to drink the wine from my insides without being poisoned by it's strength we have been fermenting for a long time and the bread does not break because it had already been broken into too many small crumbs i wonder if you're still hungry 4. and i think about our houses both scattered with wooden bits of the eiffel tower and taj mahal big ben in the bureau by the wall the colosseum in the middle of the kitchen table sydney opera house suspended from the ceiling of the bedroom monuments to so many bodies we sure like putting them together but it's hard to find storage space when you're done 5. you take pictures to remember how proud you once were or sometimes just to seal them in a frame frozen in time so that the next time you see them standing in the doorway like a degenerate masterpiece you can touch the photograph in your wallet
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
when you try to love a thing
1. we all know versions of people we all know blips- flickering tv screens with constantly changing channels on to the next, one after another maybe this show will feel right maybe this genre will fit unsatisfied by the plot in this episode unfamiliar with the characters on the screen the lighting in this room isn't quite right eyes flickering in candlelight skipping over the horror channel very quickly trying to move on to the love scene 2. you talk about my body like it is a puzzle we have to finish i'm waiting for you to realize it is actually a dress that will never fit anyone but being a puzzle gives me some time, so i let you piece together the edges you create a faceless outline and call it a beautiful frame for a piece of art you don't quite understand 3. but i will never be the basillica and i am not an augustine it's impossible to drink the wine from my insides without being poisoned by it's strength we have been fermenting for a long time and the bread does not break because it had already been broken into too many small crumbs i wonder if you're still hungry 4. and i think about our houses both scattered with wooden bits of the eiffel tower and taj mahal big ben in the bureau by the wall the colosseum in the middle of the kitchen table sydney opera house suspended from the ceiling of the bedroom monuments to so many bodies we sure like putting them together but it's hard to find storage space when you're done 5. you take pictures to remember how proud you once were or sometimes just to seal them in a frame frozen in time so that the next time you see them standing in the doorway like a degenerate masterpiece you can touch the photograph in your wallet
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
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