Paxina: 002	Load World. Run World
Memories… Memory ? Go: Start Go: Open Go: Load World…    /Run World I would prefer to be a glorious Failure, than a small Success There are things that you can learn by listening at dead phones:: that blow my mind the first night I made love to you with the lights on just to see your face in that tight white dress at the center of the galaxy surrounded by candle light and polished silver sitting next to a cold running stream in the forest in the summer on the hot steel beach picnic with no care for tomorrow always come in your mouth as a means of immaculate conception of the first idea that I had when I saw the way your hands rolled the bread of life and a small wafer under my tongue as a symbol of the flesh of the hostess’s mouth fits mine like my body burns in chains of gold on your tanned throaty groan of uncomfortable pleasure just to have a glass of wine just couldn’t be the calm in the midst of the storm in a tea cup that I broke on the bedroom wall between silence and last Sundays sermon on how we care so little and so careful but we still make mistakes like my one wish that I could go and get us another life without the mistakes that happen to the best thing that we ever had to run with the rest of the crazy women that I wanted to live my life with you on your back on the rain of sweat from my brow loved the cool touch of your hand in this is easy to detect the change of mood just by your eyes except it has to be your voice on the phone every day for a huge bill when a small kiss would have been fine line between love and hate unlike fire and ice which is a state of being like any other except that you live it more clearly you cared for me being there are other ways we could have done this on the bonnet of the car on the freeway into town and had a blast the night we were arrested development is the only excuse for being later than you think I would give you up when all I was trying to hold on to my life of beautiful things to hold and to look at what you have done now or never let you down on your knees bums up for the next frisson on our bed which burned down the night steals in upon us and then steals away to forget the past masters of deception I could tell by your blood stained hands that told me it would be alright in the morning you go looking for the man that stole your water of my life ran out with my dreaming against her back in the still silent night holy night all is calmettes just to get you through the day so running for the shelter of mothers little helper doctor pleeze some more of these outside the door she took four more thru’ the looking glass with alice in want to land on an unexplored planet only to find out it is fukken populated with morons just like the ones I left behind across the border back there over my shoulders ache from digging graves for the unknown soldier on as if nothing could ever happen to us at the barbecues for kids and cleaning swimming pools of blood off the kitchen floor after fucking because it was your time of the month we moved to a new house and you put your foot on the accelerator to live and die behind the wheel turns full circle and you feel as I felt as if there was no tomorrow and if there was just one more chance I would take it with you learned nothing as much as you did to loose my respect as a new thing to your life will turn to dust blows on the winds of time enough to forget forever loving you to the end of my days are bright and the nights are filled with stars of the ages that follow us up… It Happens just like That