Thursday Mar 24, 2005

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My Zen Garden

How it became a pool of quick sand

quickly I sink

thrashing about without consideration

lost is the consiltory kindness

6 ft, 180 pounds , beneath

each grain a dream

each scream a well intended idea

millions of crystals smother me

I am to defend for I am without an attack

guard the trap

door opens

pitch black night sky hides the fork in the road

redundant introspective moment comes and goes
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sunnysunny:
more like, colderspace. i did find piece and quiet and that was nice.
parks:
Trust me, you don't want to work there, especially if you speak English. If you can speak English all they'll let you do is cashier.

I used to work bar, expo, make pizzas, salads, now all I've been scheduled for is cashier.

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