Friday, January 8, 2010

Decadence is a Picket Fence

Decadence is a picket fence.

Decadence is a picket fence! I screamed, and for all it really was that intense, for it IS actually if you think about it. I mean really think about, fall out, fall in, fall in-between in some sort of outward show of appearances, disappearances, wayward constructivist...

It’s all a fabrication. Of unification.

For the two could never co-exist, only hope to happenstance. Awkward glace, much fear, no elegance. To the fall. Spring to the fall.

And God how I miss the sun! And God how I miss myself. So, so happy together. Fatal happiness. I swear to you, I’ll make it right.

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