Friday, February 25, 2005
'...a vasectomy. No, wait, that's not right... what's the word?'
'Hysterectomy?'
'Yeah, that's it... a hysterectomy.'
'Ah. You see, I've been thinking along much the same lines; except that what I need is a "history-ectomy": I want to take my past, and cut it out with a blunt spoon.'
'Hysterectomy?'
'Yeah, that's it... a hysterectomy.'
'Ah. You see, I've been thinking along much the same lines; except that what I need is a "history-ectomy": I want to take my past, and cut it out with a blunt spoon.'
Monday, February 21, 2005
I want to clamber up
Into your memory
And turn out the lights
I want to tuck you
Into every corner
Of my being
I want to curl up
Inside your soul
And die.
But
don't
ask
why.
Into your memory
And turn out the lights
I want to tuck you
Into every corner
Of my being
I want to curl up
Inside your soul
And die.
But
don't
ask
why.
