Friday, June 03, 2005

URBANE

So here I am after a long hiatus, a time when things are as promising as they are eventually disappointing. Things are good. One thing is for sure. The friends we have in this roving life, the memories we cloud and manipulate and conjure and feed, the dreams which keep us warm on those cold and lonely California nights, those are the things that this life was created for. To be so close, to be ripped away, to be so close once again. This is the fucking poetry, baby. This is what keeps us coming back again and again to be beaten again and again to keep us coming back again and again.
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