Friday, January 23, 2009

ipod died at 1.23 miles

very dark very very dark

tres on da track

10 ten X that was only 9 nine IX



remember
as the sun is masked
as the temperature falls
as the drunks are relieved of their nightly duty
as the air is thin and glasslike
as the winter butterflies scatter
as our temperatures rise
as our muted steps dissolve the frozen tundra beneath our feet
as we stride down through the centuries
down through these carefully mad trails

remember
we are the outsiders
the odd ones
the hustlers
the trespassers on new territory
unfamiliar, sudden, never before experienced-territory
we will traverse this throbbing winter ferment
our magnificent motors of blood and flesh
our organic centrifuges
propelling us against the wish foraged wind
spreading us internally
preventing our brains from sinking into our lungs
not even the snow shadowed moans of the mkt
can stop us

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