Tuesday, October 20, 2009

The End, My Friend

Over like the blue screen of death.
Over like the first roll of credits...
Like exhaling,
Like crying familiar tears.
Over like you mean it.
Like bad yogurt,
Like rotten sprouts in a jar in yr kitchen window.

Over like breaking.
Like slowing down,
Like falling.
Over like you're never looking up.

Over like that.

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