July 29, 2002

the odius crime of letting go of yourself
to the court
where the ball is in your court
but no one is playing.
you'd hate yourself for it, but you're beautiful,
it's not your fault.
try wishing away your other half, keep the balls though.
you will need them. or maybe, kill the other half as well after that
then throw away your love of everything soft and chimerical
no point in that.
no point in anything else.
keep by your side that one thing your pace-maker
think it is there with you all the time. it tends to work that way.
you can't switch it off though. and you can't switch off something that never was on.
yet you lived, but how?
you did. the private peals of laughter to benjamin
aberrate within the benjamin and are lost to the benjamin.
like so, all is lost and life goes back to normal. the tears dry (he no more cries)
tomorrow will be too much even again.

10:43 PM

there was a boy who tried to rhyme
so hard he tried he had no time
to thank the ones who gave him tips
on how to end.

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