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Date Posted: 22:11:17 03/12/02 Tue
Author: saira
Subject: broadcasted love affair

�broadcasted love affair�

alright...

here�s a question for that wrong-me-not face of yours
if you really pretended to care,
for that year,
then please,
do tell...

how the darn did i get so crazy?
i do pride myself on judgment.
or i did.
and maybe my intense need for apathy is just natural progression.
after all,
i haveta get tired at some point.

right?

right.

so,
mr maybe-next-year,
in all seriousness,
i�m not sure if i should take you seriously.
did i ever tell you that it�s a terrible bore to talk serious?
with you anyway, when every statement leads to a rolling of the eyes
[always marked by a parade�and-a-half, if you ask me]
sometimes i feel like i�m talking to a book

damn that antagonist.

i laugh out loud at myself especially when signs of you pass and i miss to recognize them as fate licking my paper cut fingers that you used to kiss me now.

and you said i lost my sense of idealism
gave into the pragmatic-based-acid-full-world
where prostitutes and hand-shaking shelter me out.
and it�s a pity, because my eyes always stood wide open and swallowed words by the dozen.
now maybe once in a while i reiterate your words with blinks.

one means yes.
two means yes.

what a nice house we have here dear.

well... let�s get that chin raised a little higher
and don�t think i didn�t see that winkity-wink-wink
and as you walk so fast and slow...

i-just-woke-up-but-not-really-and-now-you-kill-me-with-sighs

heavy breathing was always a difficult sport.

really, in all factuality,
we just exchanged sounds, love.

nice talk radio they have nowadays.

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