Red Rot

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everything that feels good to me pulses

pulses is kind of a dirty word, but i dont mean it

im just thinking about my heartbeat at the shows of my youth, so loud that it moves your head and pounds your chest and racks your body

im just thinking about my feet tingling after all day up in shoes meant to kill you, a million girls fated to sexy deaths

just about running until i cant breathe
just about what you're thinking and boys and girls

but i guess im wrong, not everything:
headaches?

nothing pulses but your heart, which is connected to so many things really
love and hurt and pain and movement and change and longing and living and anatomy? really i hate diaryland. i wish i could quit you.

10:23 p.m. - 2006-05-11

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