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I'm melting, I'm melting... oh. Never mind.
Night falls.
Due to an error in his Memorial
Satellite System,
Certain things cannot be recalled.
But, there's distant echoes of:
"Holy shit kid, your cigarette is on fire."
And; wax figurines melting,
Reforming, and oscillating.
Day reincarnates.
He reenacts that drinking game,
Only faster and,
In reverse this time around.
He looks up- tile.
He looks right- tile.
He looks down- tile.
He stares into- toilet.
And the best thing about it all is
Remembering...
Remembering...
Well, something.
Last edited by silenceevolves; 10-31-2005 at 05:35 PM.
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