>shiver< the cold air rushes in in a breeze from the door goose bumps accompany my limbs and the sharp-edged sensitive child smiles asks questions and tells tales that came from half-learned partly-true incidences. a feeling of memory through my ears Hendrix sings between the cracks of many noises barely audible from my perspective as the stereo sings of not accepting the fact that he will have to die sooner or later while the muted television paints captions explaining music in words presenting a turning disco ball reflecting a hundred pieces of light. sometimes I can only hear the vague pattern in the hum of my computer. 10-11-00Birth sign: Aquarius
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