they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
After Salinger: W h i p l a s h. + January 30. 2002 = 10:12 p.m.
+ the Oddness of Hours.� Pale Grey and they Rub off on me.� Open Windows, Church Bells,� Peeling Grey-Blue Steps.� The streets below my window look lost and out of place.��� Raw & something in me: cracked. All day: walk around Apt34 in trance and thinkthinkthink.� Neck sore from leaning towards keys.�� I type pages &� ___.��� Black telephone, Ben's V o i� c e, and Afterwards:� I put on my brown coat & walk myself around downtown.� Dusk and traffic.� Eschew old habits and walk the long way around.� Cement & corners.� Shop windows with their lights about to go off .�� Their doors : locked.� Hill home.�� Then, play MetalHeart� over & over.
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