Saturday, November 29, 2008

No one looks good in a crowd, by themselves they are captivating. Screens of sunflowers flying by on tvs.

Same stuff to everyone, one person telling the same story to different people at different times during the same night. Show them doing this.

Driving on the highway, street light patterns, white in blue, I'm happy to be sitting in here.

What wasn't okay is now okay. The questions left without answers aren't important anymore. Slaughtered by slapping. Cockroach killed, found alive, killed again. Being in an insular insulation.

A consultation consultation. Talking about talking about talking about talking.

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