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skonen_blades ([personal profile] skonen_blades) wrote2006-12-31 11:24 am
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Rambling again

Fourteen days ago I started walking. I walked past the door of my house. I had my keys in my hand but I just watched it slide by when I didn’t turn down my front walk. I kept going in a straight line.

My suit is dingy and ripped. I sleep when I can’t walk anymore. Luckily it’s summer. I feel like a broken robot.

Fourteen years ago I started walking. I walked past a door. I had flowers in my hand but I just watched that door slide by when I didn’t kneel in front of her. I kept going in a zig-zagging aimless line.

My body is unfit and aging. I sleep when I can’t keep my eyes open anymore. Luckily it’s winter. I feel like I missed out.

Fourteen decades ago I was born. I came out of the first door we all came out of. I had nothing in my hand. I stared at the doctor and my mother while I screamed my confusion to the world. I am one hundred and forty years old now thanks to science. I am lying down and about to enter the last door we all will go through.

I am drinking from the still of the night and getting drunk on moonshine.



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