farther down and slightly so slightly aware of reason. or so sometimes we see. but rarely misgivings give alert or warning. slow and sloping, the staircase tilts. i want my baby. i want my love. i want out of this mess. the string horribly tangled and i'm wrapped in it. you aren't actually saying anything. where's my head - falling up the dragon. tremor stalks by arriving by ten. the chill in my meaty ribs sulks through the doorway. shake them along.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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