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11/12/11 -- I will not be a jackass.

your laughter as the sprite flew away from the glass you were holding

reminding us of the fluorescence was

well it was as white as anything I’d seen all night. I wouldn’t say alabaster

against the black shoulders of the bar-tops along the boardwalk.

the night. the sable roads.

It was a very bright moment that finally filled the corners of the room

with for once, just some sort of color aside from that

sad guitar song I keep on the stereo. I can’t even play guitar

I can play other instruments but now I

choose not to

I like how the noise is between these two walls. This whole apartment

is brown. Neither of us are. we’re both so white why did I

trap us up in here. Sometimes I wish

but then there are lips. In the morning and at night

pulling off of each other

rejoining

shivering on a cold word

trying to spit something out.