We’re All Alone
Thu 09/15/05 at 2:35 pm“Nobody reads this shit,” You proclaimed, Handing me a book written For no reason other than survival. Publish or perish. “Nobody reads this shit, either.” I muttered, Handing the judge a brief written For no reason other than comfort. Eat what you kill. “Will you read my nonshit?” I asked again, this time Handing you pages written For no reason other than need. I was not worthy. “Obviously I’ve mistaken you for someone who cares.” I thought, almost appreciating the irony and Retracting the pages For no reason other than regret. I can endure the sweet ache of your flustered rejection. It is you who will miss the seamless web. September 15, 2005next post: Back Back Story: Cain
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