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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.11.11.55.20869]] |
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We are untouchable a face drawn on napkins a sound made up of songs Moving wordless motionless at the vision of your untouchable face. Perhaps the blood in our veins has changed colors so many times. Perhaps the lies linger lonely lovingly. Enough of awkward goodbyes. Enough of brave words of love hidden so deeply we don't see it ourselves. The answers are not clear darlin, not enough color in these magic pens to fill the spaces in. When it matches the lies and the truths When it makes sense to you make some noise - so that in the silence i can trace your image and little darlin it shall be as my own. Go on now, be gone, play with your toys. I don't have anymore clues to reveal for the show. My act is up as I bow knowing there will be many more who shall take my leading role. There in a far away land you began explaining a little more. Still though you haven't spelled it out dear -- who am I? Other than a picture of myself. Who are you? I shall never force you to come up with new ideas new excuses new connections new lies -- please just take your time to be clear and real. Don't you know that I know the lines of the scripts? Please reveal yourself without the practiced fuck you's. It's all so cheap. |