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Jack and I used to back off into the dark corners of the roads at night and slipping down highways at unknown speeds we'd watch as the world grew in size behind us - it never grew ahead of us we were always ahead of it and we always knew what was up - which way was up and how to fall back down - it was for us and jack knew it and i knew it but i never told jack how i missed him when he left us cause i knew he'd be better off not making the world small again just to find me somewhere in the dark corners he left behind him long ago

The train tracks cross the street - I've always wondered if a car will get hit one of these days. Sometimes I can hear the train's horn like a mechanical beast.

Did the fish wish to be the australopithecus?

my best friend in the world was a guy a few inches shorter than me named dennis. dennis was a real stand up guy. he's help you no matter what sounds cliche cause it is and that's the kind of guy he was and people loved him for it and the girls oh the girls loved him too. they practically smothered him except he wasn't having any of it. he didn't like them all he only wanted one and could never find her and he was always looking for something but never told us what until he shot himself. now we know he'll never find it and we'll never get to help.

a pink city - is it dawn or dusk? an empty hollow hole in my room. are there people in there or am i the only person breathing on this earth tonight? this empty night, this artificial light does no good.  

in a small corner of my room where i can write all to myself. sometimes i tell others what it is i write but mostly i dont tell anyone anything. maybe im paranoid of something i dont know about what could it be before i go to bed i check the blanket for bugs just in case.

A hundred raining clouds couldn't lift the dead air off my shoulders. It's a keeping river running through the hollowed ground of my head. Shuddering if it's too great a weight, creaking over and over its rusted self. The sudden flash of a picture bring a calm wind against my face and I can rest for a minute. Life is so nice when I don't have a sleep here.

A lonely flake of snow floats between two strands of hair and rests softly on the pillow in my room when I'm not there

Rampaging through the forests trees split apart breaking into thousands of pieces of shattered glass Pinned to stone our faces cold the fireworks over our heads They cried the next day when they knew they were on our own.

the forest and fog mix to one as the children play and the oldman reads on his deck his wife is out back washing their load while their dog is out hunting catching toads at dinner they sit together and say their prayers and do the same before cleaning their hairs and going to bed the oldman and his family living high on a hill where the fog and forest sit perfectly still