othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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again

Strange People, Strange Times.

Something I value is gone.

A glass unicorn is in another room, and I won't ever see it again.

Dusty books, she's read them all.

Ketcham, Idaho.

Ketchikan, Alaska.

Heinz Ketchup.

Glass. glass. glass.

Phillip Glass. (sp?)

demon

denomination

denial 'Nam nation

diesel nation

denali

dianetics

dander

damper

damp

dentures densely nestled, deteriorating

as they drift into dry detours of the milky earth

gravel shattered shit

gold diamond wings

listen to her heart

when she tells you things

nothing ever lasts

hold on to your soul

songs that made it past

smear you like the coal

in the white night

someone hears the train

again. and again. and again.

the whistle sounds, the children ache

the sounds of things about to break

the time is coming, coming soon

the time is coming

the time is coming

the neverending end

the end neverending

the children will prevail

and those who look away will not see

and the victory will be for those pure few

and we will hear the sounds of rushing water

and we will see the rain in the sky

and we will thank the heavens

we are alive!

alive!

we have not died.

1:15 a.m. - 2002-07-28

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