Et de ratage en ratage, on s'habitue à ne jamais dépasser le stade du brouillon.
La vie n'est que l'interminable répétition d'une représentation qui n'aura jamais lieu.

---Hipolito, Le fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain

Monday, October 4, 2010

It was not the first time I had bled.
Oh, no - I had bled before.
But this time my blood was blue
and it was heavy
with you,
and me
and the Sea.







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Perhaps this is a box best left alone.
Perhaps I am.
There is no knife known to cut through this thick nonsensical adhesive.



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