Monday, October 12, 2009

imagine that you are

Of the psychotics who've known this page, you are one. One of the few. Imagine that. Jill shakes hair makes as if to stand up shape. Shape itself, running the water, and carrying on as nothing was going down. Going down was a property not known by many men. They had (presumptive) avenues of faith going down with them. Then turning back, she held her mouth open, wider than a tunnel through its unconscious, and bearing her wit south she soothed the vein of talk choosing silence.





That is called holding your mouth open,
and your unconscious too .