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Tuesday, January 27, 2004 ice what happened to everyone?beneath the ice, the hearts stopped no melting the cold covering cases sloughing off faces in this this winter abomination decimated pieces of whatever it was. I'm living as if ninety-five percent of my time is past leaves very little left to display amateur self-pity and observation: All this time spent yesterday leaves nothing for today where is everyone covered in ice body temperature dropped to match surroundings nothing shows up on the screen anymore no radar blip maybe a skittering shadow drags me back to some stupid thing that happened ten years ago that's somehow magnified to a thousand times its size an encroaching form set to devour what's left of me what's left of me these fidgeting fantasies burying truth beneath a crispy white outside cold that all this stuff is just a symptom obvious to everyone but deniable to anyone on the inside an old brass light socket stripped of its light stripped of its bulb stripped of its wire laying on its side amidst similar opaque pieces this isn't important everyone can see but me there's a mound under that smooth flat surface of white that scatters the globelight there or here but never both would be clear what it is -- a basketball, a rock, a dead animal any other time but under that anonymizing blanket it could be my own head noticing how the light can't get through posted by Kingo Sleemer | 2:45 AM |
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