Dancing In The Rain.
When so many people write their shit, how does one stand out? What makes me the ape with the first weapon? What makes me the person with the gun?He awoke this morning from a fuzzy dream. It was warm and dry and amazingly cozy. He felt the need to move from his comfort just to go back into it. Too tired to sleep, too tired to stay awake; too tired to be in the middleground he fell asleep the night before.
His mother screamed for him to arise from his womb-like wonderland just because it was what her mother had done to her.
He felt the window and it was cold. It was always cold.
He would have to dress warmly today.
posted by Gary @ 11/22/2006 08:44:00 AM
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