othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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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