jonamo_cat ([info]jonamo_cat) wrote,
@ 2009-06-25 14:37:00
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furtther upon the object
ones metaphore, ones snare, am i not myself a form? a body? am i not cast into the fray in the face of the absolute object?

how as i grow old may i not become the endless piling up, wills taught till they snap....organs pushed until collapse.....


white hair, object surrounds me....


a child full of sense, upon the coat tales of youth and rebirth...skirtingggg along go we elderly


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