1.
‘I’ve travelled and I can tell you, the more people get shat on the more they shit on others.’
‘So, why do you treat me like shit?’
‘I’ve been shat on a hell of a lot.’
‘So, where does that leave us?’
‘Spiralling.’
2.
‘It’s gorgeous.’
‘What is?’
‘The sky – full of blue.’
‘Yeah, but, you know.’
‘Know what?’
‘If you look closely, you’ll see it’s getting smaller.’
‘Eh?’
‘Just don’t look for too long. It’ll make you cry. I know.’
3.
‘I’ll see you later then.’
‘I’ll say I hope so, but that’s because I can’t bear to speak the truth. It murders the core of my soul that this is your sunset.’
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Humour me. Pick one. Tell me why.
RuKsaK
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Friday, January 12, 2007
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2 comments:
number one. don't know why.
number two. if the sky or something in it is getting smaller we are moving away from it. but at least we're moving. and we can change direction any time.
the stuff you write here is so different from that at your home site. you're so much more bitter and aggressive here. i really enjoy this side of your writing.
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