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Slide (Braindrivel)
Mar. 6th, 2008 10:42 pm
It rolls out, loops out half-circling in waves against the slope of the tank and slips over, foaming, froth and nothing, drain and gutter, windpipe.
Spring Break '08.
It's night and raining, and normally that brings them out in force, but they're silent, but still, the cars sailing past my window in the pattering cadence, they soothe me, scratch an itch, serve a need, that thing difficult to define, the one that puts heads under blankets and causes contented burrowing.
Yes, there are problems with my plurals, how kind.
Something about the light in the leaves in the rain and the wind and it's terrible, perfectly terrible in a vile and beautiful way there isn't shared meaning for, the best things in life are they free or are they coiled up in recessed places where the sunlight is a memory. Is there any difference.
Sun burns.
I have much I want to do.
What I probably will do?
Not a goddamn thing.
Spring Break '08.
It's night and raining, and normally that brings them out in force, but they're silent, but still, the cars sailing past my window in the pattering cadence, they soothe me, scratch an itch, serve a need, that thing difficult to define, the one that puts heads under blankets and causes contented burrowing.
Yes, there are problems with my plurals, how kind.
Something about the light in the leaves in the rain and the wind and it's terrible, perfectly terrible in a vile and beautiful way there isn't shared meaning for, the best things in life are they free or are they coiled up in recessed places where the sunlight is a memory. Is there any difference.
Sun burns.
I have much I want to do.
What I probably will do?
Not a goddamn thing.
