They are building islands! They have perfectly shaped eyelids; they have reasons for their silence and think of sex and blood and violence. I am working to refine it, thinking of the way your spine twitched when we fumbled for the buttons like it’d ever get to something more than ways to pass the minutes. I’m at fault, I did begin it but I can’t conceive the notion that they put things in the ocean, floating grains of special sand.

It wasn’t really ever god, was it?


~ by perfectionatrix on June 9, 2010.

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