what is the prognosis?
he called it a "lack of proportion"
that sounds very sophisticated for a condition like his
it is an invention. fiction. pastime
before he threw himself out of the window
revision. did a lot of revisions. before she drowned herself
she broke my heart once and one cannot love like this twice
on the wall it says: a thousand beautiful things
a small car i squeezed behind a radiator and when you touch the letters they simply disappear
septimus!
that is a speaking name, you now
tells us about the hours, time, dripping
ideals that are lost over time
and that life still always goes on
Posted by fememe at May 25, 2005 12:55 PM