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speaking of buried mud and stars slipping down my spine do you remember the time when it was august or maybe late july i mean, who can remember these days but the idiom of misplaced humidity lurked by the riverside and you held the one you loved in the middle of the rapids bitter cold currents lashed your shins together and molded them in some heartfelt dance not spoiled by the midday sun speckling your necks running back towards fields of amber weeds listening to every word you can't seem to remember but the dandellions they remember and you, wretch, seem to wish it was sooner to late july as the paint chips from your new apartment and the current slows |
i have no idea why the "wretch" seems to wish it was late july, (or why this should be a bad thing...?) but very vivid imagery, memories and decay, like harsh sunlight suddenly bleaching the world that was once clear and cool and beautiful, covered with grease and potato chips. or whatever. liked it.| Posted on 2004-08-25 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ] | i liked it, it made me laugh in a no offensive kind of way, but it was still good. nice imagery and it's good to know stuff still happens to people in the day time | | Posted on 2004-08-25 00:00:00 | by milo stills | [ Reply to This ] | Neat wording. I blame the picture preceding it tho! Darn, I could've imagined the scenery myself! | ![]() ![]() | Posted on 2004-08-25 00:00:00 | by Suven7 | [ Reply to This ] | holy hydrogenic flame, batman! another brilliant turn of phrase another razor song...how do you do it so well and so young, i'd like to know. every word is evocative...outstanding. i am ever so glad you came back and scraped away those cobwebs from this page. i was beginning to despair. | | Posted on 2004-08-26 00:00:00 | by ruejacobs | [ Reply to This ] | |