Monday, November 14, 2011

18.

Its inexplicable in the same way as dying from old age.
In the same way as an Aspergian's love,
And as the texture of paper.

As effort and effort
And insomnia gone wrong.
As the snowbanks in April
And as wet leaves ruin sweets.

Dispondentness because we are not in a vacuum,
Because there are more than two (two is a vacuum).
Three is death by color
one is death by zero.

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