Saturday, January 4, 2003


I need to ease back into flow instead of removing myself completely and watching the mess as it builds and buckles from a distance. Hollow faced me tracing the tracks with my fingertip in the air and the vectors' arrows can't fire way up here. Only smoke, residue, and eyes for mirrors...until I wipe away these reflectors.

Wednesday, January 1, 2003

Catching A Z

Sometimes I forget to breathe. I need a place to rest my head. I just want to lie down for a long time and dream.
And pretend that its real.

I don't feel tired. But I cut the logic out of my brain and I'm out of my mind.

It's like epileptic hell.