Nineteen Years Old. 2005-11-04 @ 9:39 p.m. A train of idea speeds fast and derails half way out his mouth, a half-thought, a fragment, grammatically incorrect. Spot light, too bright, dilates his pupils, sets the tone, dictates the scene and makes it blue with unnatural fluorescence. A typical evening as sweat beads on his forehead, wets his hair, and innovation becomes cardiovascular as his breathing deepends. An excercise of intellect.
The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12 everything � Claudia (2003-2008) |