a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 25, 2002

As usual, my guns are not as big as the holes I need to put in my targets ••• From a distance I can gauge hatred much more easily than when than when I can watch laughter and the bending of human muscle from right up close ••• I do think you want me to be made to hate you more than I need you to be loved ••• Count three, pray, throw a rock in the air (this is aim), fire (this is fire), and the target is the guilty, the size of the guilty, eclipsing the sun and impossible to miss •••

Good morning, Sunday.

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