04 September 2008

CHROME.

this browser is so beautiful.

in the jeepney i tell him about entitling a poem chrome. in the august weekend writing your pain workshop. it's funny if you come to think how some things just sort of...fit in. perfectly.

now i'm digressing. which is something i'm used and loved to do.


as long as you follow me
this is what i do, like i do
i've been on the ride before
it never stops at all
it never stops at all



now i confide something to somebody and how she laughed and said how appropriate.
or how doomed we are.
or how how how how...HOW.

i'm tired and want to go to a rock concert.

have you been to a rock concert.

i'm tired and want to fall in love with this rock star i see on my computer screen. 

it's 5:18 and i have to go home but i wnat to listen over and over and over and over to this...
this rock song.


this rock. song. 


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