

Fictionalizing realityI scream for release. The booze warms up my insides but my feet are cold against the linoleum floor, "what am I doing here again?", I ask him. He cannot find the voice, never mind the words with which he could reply. "How long have I been here? It feels like I have been drinking forever." Maybe it was the walls swaying, or maybe it was the soft smoke he was blowing into the air as he looked down at me, but the edges were soft and welcoming.Fictionalizing reality
I dream for release. The fridges gentle hum annoys me when I am trying to sleep. It keeps me up all hours of the night, when he lays holding me, softly snoring. His sheets lay abov
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Lunar PowerWe live this dream in moon clouds, in technicolour and the details are vague but we don't mind so much. We have left our reasonable, rational skins behind us in a ball on the ground and we now wear more absurd attire on our freckled skin. We'll use our dusty 3-D glasses and see ourselves looking so real we could almost touch fingers again. But the florescent stars that light up our world are flickering out and this dingy dream is getting jaded again. Change the batteries will ya, the red light is flashing again Then the lights of a stranger place will drown out our own and blind our already near-sighted hearts. Maybe we should just take out oLunar Power
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