Sunday, November 15, 2009

Ah ahhhh ahhhh

Who are you and where are we? I dont know most of you and you dont know parts of me. Disconnected. Slightly lost amongst rubble. Stupid rubble. There is no much shrapnel through me that I am almost scared to pick it out incase that ever important artery is there to pump out the last remnants of me. You rewrite it. You take the script and edit it. I look forward to developing the ability sometimes to edit you.

We can only wish. We can only hope. Who are you and who am I? Who am I to you to mourn?

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