no words left
Seven-thousand plums in a bag.
The University of Marriage Cheating.
Zeno's unknown “Orgy of Futile Attempts.”
Skateboarders hungering for a full moon.
God beating the drum with a stick.
The crossing of the path that is where you are right now.
Whoever sewed the first pair of blue jeans.
It's when they really don't care that gets you impressed.
Knowing when it's your turn to let it do what it does.
The time just before it ends when you go from dreamer to realist.
The vitamins in the water in the sky which were always there.
Eating the pen before you've got no words left.
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2000 - 2001