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October 10, 2005
Quondam
It's a touch rainy and I've gone and read through a whole bunch of old letters I've designed for girls named Melissa. I should probably play some video games or spin records before I get all mushy though this little morsel snuck out before I could properly silence my inner reminiscential monologue:
Could it be expressed
at the expense
of the present?
These undulations;
electronic waves
peaceably crashing
all around.
This time, that moment;
our breath visibly
escapes like ghosts
whose haunting
is now complete.
It has been said that these occasional pangs of melancholy could be cured with a change of scenery by Ms. ABH but, life feels good right now so as they say: 'If it ain't broke don't go trying fix it'. Now, if you'll excuse me...I'm going to return to the Crimson Skies...
Posted by Jon at October 10, 2005 02:17 PM