Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- stones You are making me see the rainbows in soap bubbles. I am feeling the thick force of plans changing direction, my feet sliding across the slick pavement of repetition as my hands frantically twist the wheel. Office cowlicks prove I am dreaming of something, and my bland stares into elsewhere show I am not dreaming of here. My words are not gems. Do not look for sparkles here. My words are bland granite. If you climb them, they will hold. - Jack 1:39 a.m. - 2003-08-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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