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May. 8th, 2001 08:44 pm
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I love the sweet morning's light
Fill my thermos with ginseng tea
Run for the morning bus
The sweet smell of cookies
Ascertain that my hunger will not
Be quenched by a mere drink.
I brush the last of sleep from my eyes
Thinking back to my night's dreams
A strong whiff of Fetish, I wish I owned a car.
My thoughts are asymmetrical,
I do not fit into the world's box.
Society cannot conform me; it
Must learn to grow around me.
These are the thoughts of my morning.
Hiroshima
Such a strange dream I had last night
Full of gasoline fires and the smell of smoke
Strange yet comforting, enveloped by perfect warmth
Serene in my driven frenzy.
But now I awake, laying in a field
What I would not give for water, juice to quench my thirst
Trying to open my lips, the comfort
Taken away by the pain, and I scream.
So. That's all for today!