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☰☱☲☳ ∞ i AM iTWiTiS ∞ ☴☵☶☷

This blog is dedicated to the broken and the beaten... the dejected and delirius... kicked -->anb<-- kottled -->anp<-- sid'lex'ik ---> and kite strung faye flailing in the breeze of this dark night. Read, reread, read on. The scrapes and the scatter are crumbs upon a trail of redeaming. Please, don't try and understand this... read it 'till you can smell it.

Name:
Location: Frogtown, Minnesnowduh

i am real. i can hear you... at least i think it's you.

2005/03/20

Weight of Words

Dear Audience,

I found this poem on a napkin in a coat I haven’t worn since it was written. It’s dated 10_29_03 and was here rewrit on 3_20_05. The poem came first, then the note on the The napkin was from a resteraunt I’ve only been to once; the night I discovered I was losing my wife.

The weight of words
As lips to eyelids
A wailing of weeping
The weight of words
As lips to eyelids.

This was written on the flip side:

A poem is a selection of words strung together with the intention of evoking the heart of mind into action.

∞ Mnsr. iTWiTiS

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