& so it is & so it was another rainyday columbus on Bostontown ... no music in the air ... just dust, rust & tears on the pavement smeared like bugguts across the concrete windshield of life ...
i am on the office ... on the office again yes ... in the serverroom, hidden, quiet & cold ... tucked away like the carcass of some animal in the butchershop of corporate deism ... hung like a bat in its diurnal, cozy sleep ... swaying like the ghost of a pendulum with just sockets for eyeholes, chains across each wrist ...
that's the sound of a vacant soul ... a soulless cityscape ...
back to work for me now ... yes?
Monday, October 08, 2007
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