Date: Wed, 24 Jul 1996 07:54:57 -0400 (EDT) To: Carolyn L Burke
From: email@example.com Subject: Another thought
"Nice people cannot rise higher than decency will allow"
nice people, kill shots...talking about acting growing up...
I could write out my thoughts for all to read, but something prevents me
from doing so.
I wonder what
people can be similar without being the same. must keep reminding myself of this.
I wonder what she missed about my writing...craniology...brain study....man or mouse, field or house, and we live from day to day. Synchronicity...
being inside her head gives me recluse outside of my own wiry thoughts now with a headache. If I did write everything that I thought, they would say the same about me...maybe
I hate emoticons :) this stupid computer is smarter than me :) :) :) :)
sitting alone with the pink bubblegum radio looking inward and outward.
a little one, yet only physically, performs punch fronts and layouts.
Sarcastic grunts from all who know better
lineups for those who want to go to english school
My monologue is in me
it reaches out to those
whose lives and person touch me
in methods, mostly prose.
a dreamer yet a liver
is crying out within
a monologue of detail
a system wearing thin.
a monologue, a duel
a life, a child, a dream.