Of all the things that go unsaid.
Undifferentiated Nothingness
8.26.2008
I may be crazy.
If I were a bore I would never answer my phone. My dreams would be tame. My expression flat.
My feet would not hurt.
My head would be empty.
My clothes would be clean.
My hair would be done.
But I'm crazy.
And looking up flights to Orlando.
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