true solid rain falls like romance from a bottle while red ribbons in january carry the impenetrable sadness of consumption.
i hear the rain and the women working the pub downstairs and oh god wish i could watch their feelings manifested as fine motor skills, fingers, twitching eyes, striated arcs starting to show above their cheeks. older women shop up here stroll through aisles like galleries handling produce like works of survivalist art. my wine thin blood craves milk. count to ten, my love it's a scary world. -michael _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
