dear sarah fisher,

there that thought goes, with a mid-morning simle pretending that it will last till noon. egg timers tick while eyes are strained to turn white into filled and filled into clean space, waiting for the rib-cage to burst through the skin and be done with that phase.

hugs and fishes
--jason

slidding into the booth, mia sets down her purse and prepares a space for her drink to be set down at the table while getting out all the previsions: pack of cigarettes(half empty), zippo brand lighter and note book(for recording musings). she gives the waitress a friendly smile as she puts down her coffee. like the workings of a clock a cigarette ( Read more... )

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dear sarah fisher,

eyes old begin to stare at thoughts smothered. this liquid goes lucid around one's mouth, delivered with a passion that is kept for things more sure. the head that hangs in the corner functions for it's worth. soon enough the cast will fall and all those who see it will be made into words.

hugs and fishes
--jason

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"dude, that's like, you're 5th glass of water. slow it down champ."

"well, that's you're 8th cup of coffee!"

"coffee is good for you, water is the devil's tool. only used to fool you into thinking it's 'cleaning out' your body. when infact it's stealing your soul!"oh hush ( Read more... )

i fucking miss you so much.

on a lighter note: elliott smith is great "morning after" music.

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the white house had to scale down it's annual easter egg hunt this year, not just for security reasons. because, as a white house press spokesperson said:

"well, with bin-laden, hussian, and weapons of mass distruction, we didn't want to add colored eggs to the list of shit we can't find"

happy easter everyone!

CLICKY