2002-12-17
Familiar thread binds..
fish/fish.
we are like fish. innocent careless conversations turns into something else. The flicking of hair becomes the flapping of gills.
Swimming in gin and lime. no longer just killing time.
- the point where nothing becomes something and something moves beyond any comprehension or flicker of thought at random passing intervals.
It's stark daylight and I don't want to blink
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