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flourfactory
24 July 2009 @ 12:23 pm
07 July 2009 @ 08:53 pm
let's be confidants.
i'm keeping this rather private. but go ahead: friend me!
while i enjoy long walks on the beach, i'd rather have a large cup of coffee, a pretty book, and my cello.
22 May 2008 @ 12:38 am
smoke rises from an ice factory on the edge
on the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom
i snatch a note from the basket
of a passing bicycle
it says
'go to the flour factory
there's something waiting there for you'
under the window
covered by curtains
all lacy and splattered with blood
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on the shelves
which i dismiss at once as being equivalent
irrelevent
in and of themselves
- in old yellowcake; rasputina
on the edge of a city that exists in perpetual gloom
i snatch a note from the basket
of a passing bicycle
it says
'go to the flour factory
there's something waiting there for you'
under the window
covered by curtains
all lacy and splattered with blood
we find crutches in the corner and bullets on the shelves
which i dismiss at once as being equivalent
irrelevent
in and of themselves
- in old yellowcake; rasputina
