11.25.2004

(stole fractures)




My brain is a black flag burning high over the century calling out for rebels and friends to take pause this evening and remember just what it was we were fighting for in the first place. was it love? was it a name? was it some principle that grew confused with age and would sooner die than live another day under the auspices of our screaming charade?

Today, all things considered, i am thankful to be alive.

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