A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true.
Come into the interZone. . .
Thursday, December 5, 2013
My Hands Smell
My hands smell of cleaning solvent.
They feel a certain industrial clean.
I just have to sweep the kitchen and do maybe
Three loads of dishes.
My hands smell. . .
I'm ready. . .
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