2001-10-08 - 2:05 p.m. - a million wishes
there is a little green box on my television. the people talking keep telling me that this green box is actually an image of u.s. bombs falling on afghanistan. i don't see it. it almost looks pretty like a field of emeralds, growing from the ground, and shined daily, broken by sheets of rain and wind, digitized to the point of being smaller boxes within the box. occasionally a small white object will dance across the screen deliberately and with a certain air of precision. then a small buble of light, barely noticable appears and we return to green. i keep telling myself that those are just stars (like the ones that i always see falling from yr eyes) and that they are showing these falling stars on my television (and yours too i am sure) so that everyone, everywhere can make every wish they ever dreamed about making. see, denial isn't just a river in egypt.i want to hold your hand and walk all through this city after dark through neighborhoods of rusted leaves. alleyways and streets embrace intersecting underneath the blankets that we make and wear above our heads so we can't see beyond our own skin. we can't see the other side of see you later.
stop watching.
keep listening
i'll keep making wishes on bombs so as not to to remember all the hurt.
xoxo.
listen to: stylex (their new cd is actually pretty good...if only they were nicer in person).
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