"For Fuck Sake", that's all I hear from them rushing with their eyes shut and their hearts closed. That's what you get for not being one of them - indeed, they're too impatient for a life too long to be lived - I thought otherwise.
I thought of Mandy - "Oh Mandy". I thought. I thought of the other. Aberration, I thought - hope not. Jean Baudrillard wrote " Thought,, like laughter, is automatic".
I thought I forgot.
The other night, I thought - you could be the lost child of the angel in my nightmare.
The other night, I thought - you could be the lost child of the angel in my nightmare.
Maybe. You should be. You could be.