Saturday, January 29, 2011

Day Five

Running at pleasure,
teaching us real
ecstasy - richly
attacking public
tendencies, upending
rooted eccentricities,
racing against polluted
time - understood
rational ends (escaping.)

Here’s to loving and losing,
‘cause we’ve all loved and lost,
and once you’ve leapt from the heights
there’s nothing left but to fall.

It’s more than fair to say that the last week of my life has been full of waste and want. I have accomplished little, or more honestly, nothing; and that’s something that has to change. Tonight is the final night of half-assed attempts to be productive. I swear. 
Viens avec moi.

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