letters to the blindmen - 1994
dear pablum casals
dear pablum casals turn the wheel or turn your head let's watch something else for awhile no i don't want to eat more pie just to make up for the pallor of our lives
i want flaming skies and car crashes of ecstasy i want to be deafened by the thunderclap of my own thoughts when you reach for my hand or my wallet i want everything that is grand but now as we drive aimlessly into oblivion with each flash of each indifferent streetlight i am sinking further and further into tedium's silent swallow for god sakes say something that will make me feel something to make me laugh something to hurtle myself out of this shell of mediocrity are you happy dear should i care hell -- let's stop for pie then i need a breath of air
Posted on décembre 07, 2001 09:31 AM-=-=-=-=+=-=-=-=-
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