Feb 26 2009
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11bar men
I saw the barman again.
The circles he made concentrically around my body.
I saw the barman as I slept upon the grumbling floor of the cold Abyss. The train which I had thought close, was worlds away. The barman said so.
He told me that the world I was looking for: That one which fit me like a glove, a jigsaw piece a cube into a square housing…was never going to reach me.
I would have to reach it.
He had my intestines in his hand, and as he squeezed I felt the shit pour out of me, out of my hole.
I woke, vommiting upon the bluest floor.
I looked up…it was beautiful…
