Sunday 10 August 2008

This is time you rub your forehead

You might also want to feel your index finger nail on your upper lip.
You see it's firm but delicate, cooler than the fingertip.
Unfamiliar activity?
What does it remind you of?
I'm glad that the weather is not so severe.
I have quite a few books to read.
But none of them I want to open up right now.
Their potential to infect my knowledge at the very back of the red lump pulsating scares me.
I am the core of the apple you chose.
Your concern for the scent of victory.
Remove the flesh.
Find me.
Find your interior yearing will whet your appetite for hydro sweetheart.
Hurry up.
I'm impatient.

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