July 13, 2005

Fragments

Even those tears, I me mine I me mine I me mine.

We're on our way home.

Are you hoping for a miracle?

Yeah, I'm off to the civil war.

Dish me out another tailor-made compliment, tell me about some destiny I can't prevent.

He'll do his duty when he's grown.

Life is useless like Ecclesiastes say.

We're in a tight spot.

He was a good man they said.
He was a gentleman they said.
Even when life spat in his face
he put everything back
in its right place.

1 Comments:

Blogger Cymbalina said...

How creepily appropriate. Yes, I'm a little weirded out, but I like it a lot.

8:52 AM  

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