1. 20:00 19th Feb 2012

    Notes: 12

    Tags: spilled inkprose

    don’t look down

    Then i attached my hopes, like little books, stacked higher than my shoulders. Fatter lips contained more pages to be turned, or have been since. Wide covers have mostly the same shit, just bigger pictures. And in my haste i’ve stacked big books on top of little books, and awkwardly shaped building blocks abound. Somewhere at the top of my little ladder of big and little books i’ll look down. My creation will howl and growl and i’ll plummet and fall. Taste reality like pavement after your eyes flutter open.

     
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