Saturday, December 20, 2008

pancake

saying; in an empty house saying the
perfect romantic version of a thing.
no-one to corroborate.
editorial wilderness.
saying what thou wilt.
amusing oneself,
a sort of masturbation,
albeit less satisfactory,
less guilt. i took a bike and rode west, reached
the end of this pancake, took my parachute and
jumped.
ooooh it was phenomenal
let me tell you. and then, just as i was reaching for my,
my... my inner something,
i realised i wasn't falling, i was actually
ascending! the vertical flip was enough to convince me
there are no spirits.

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