Sunday, January 18, 2009

I think

I think I've lost my voice. I think this city is burning. I think I hear them voices calling.

I think the tourists like it hot. They messed this one up, I think, I'm going back.

I think I need cereal and Saturday morning cartoons again. I think It's more than the

easel in my mind can hold. I think ambiguity is all you need to know.

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