Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Math, "BurmADeltA"
Swimming under the shallow waves on a populated beach by the legs of law enforcement, having no problem holding my breath, trying to remain hidden as they troll the shore looking for me. The last one reaches down and pulls me up out of the water and with the mirror glasses asks me if I know where im going.
When will you not take em anymore?
The world is on fast-foward, the tape reelin WHEEEEEEEEE! This is a crucial lifetime, for every single one, and the value can not be counted, but can be recognized only in silence and knowing. The paradox...
... She walked into the Paradox and looked around, the napkin had said to be here at 7:30pm est, and it was five minutes past. She had stood outside around the corner smoking a Nat Sherman Hint of Mint and staring at a line of taxi's that could get her out of here; this city, this state, this country. But she didn't take one and now she was standing inside the brand new Bistro and Kava Bar that was taking this banker's metropolis like a Tsunami and turning ties into coral and khaki into kiwi... or Kava.
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