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Thursday, November 01, 2007,4:17 PM
Ennui and extreme exhaustion. The scales balanced by rain. The elation highlighted by the rarity of it, the dream-like quality of it. The bliss in the simplicity of it. The rhythm of it. The comfortable predictability of it.
It plays with the fancy if the mind, even if it's a dreamer's mind.
I stray.
It plays with the fancy if the mind, even if it's a dreamer's mind.
I stray.
,4:07 PM
And yet again, you stand in the self-same alley they warned you against. Only to push you in brutally. In the shadows.
" I'll haunt your dreams like you haunted mine. "
The be-gones you buried under six feet of sand and deeper still inside to watch them finally re-surface. Every visitor; a member. Wretchedness incorporated.
And how much can you hide by daylight?
Your signs dont keep them out, those who dare to probe. But the tolls are high and so much more than the cat is at stake. Bolt the doors. Shut the windows. Draw the curtains.
Quick: Run.
Hide.
They're here.
" I'll haunt your dreams like you haunted mine. "
And how much more can you hide?
" I'll haunt your dreams like you haunted mine. "
The be-gones you buried under six feet of sand and deeper still inside to watch them finally re-surface. Every visitor; a member. Wretchedness incorporated.
And how much can you hide by daylight?
Your signs dont keep them out, those who dare to probe. But the tolls are high and so much more than the cat is at stake. Bolt the doors. Shut the windows. Draw the curtains.
Quick: Run.
Hide.
They're here.
" I'll haunt your dreams like you haunted mine. "
And how much more can you hide?
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