11:59 AM, Saturday, May 10, 2008
Beastie, who was that girl? What was she like? I need you to remind me.
Sometimes I wake up falling. Sometimes I wake up with bloodied fingers and nails buried beneath the concrete. I struggle for control, but my grip weakens and the tears fall as I look at my fate in the endless abyss or onto the road below.
But my will is soon exhausted, and I see rainbows and a breathtaking promise of the afterlife as everything unravels before me. The ribbons have come undone, and once again I lose.
Sometimes I wake up falling. Sometimes I wake up only to see the ground already rushing towards me.
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