Friday, July 18, 2008

she and i wrote these together.

One word at a time:

tuesday we gave all our hours to nothing. how did my sight become so distorted? me, i, the very forgetful man. i took nearly all of my money to the bank. and sometimes i remember what she, sherry, looked like after i gave her proof that there was something behind us.

two words at a time:

how can the nosie get inside so easily? i felt that the orchestra played too long.
ahh, the death of my oldest friend. people tell me stories about other years, in which the orange trees gave good harvest. i try to steal my father's easter eggs on sunday morning. but, i always felt i should have left them there.

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