hide and seek

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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i'm going crazy. it's been exactly a week and nothing. i half wanna think, to hell with decorum, it's my birthday week i can do whatever the hell i want. but god, that's not the way i want things to go.

so i'll just preoccupy myself with mindless media consumption. idol's on tonight, as much as i hate every performer this year, better than staring at my empty entourage inbox willing it to fill up.

i think i agree with you now, i am obssessive compulsive. so what if that's my thing? don't everyone have a thing? i dare you tell me it's doesn't not don't.
see?

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hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
-Imogen Heap