i'm afraid of life

lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

from the desk of the minister of slogans

the language doesn't become you...all the other species are telepathic...the next arc is only taking one of each...a million different languages coming to an end...back to the sea where my movements are so graceful...tons of pressure shrugged off my shoulders...now, though, there is no life outside the arc...now, just the incompatible, dwindling few...