La Llorona

Drifting in and out of here or there

Friday, May 26, 2006

Sliding into the something

I slid into the mind of a city commissioner this eve. It was gloomy and dark in there. He had no thoughts of color at all, only this string and that of darkness sometimes dirty green and sometimes a speckle of crimson. Remind me never to check out that one again. I can't even find any watery ends to tie there. Urg.


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