Out of Sync. Feeling like Joseph's coat. The bastard soul. Out of Sync. Falling in the abyss of the generation gap, with nary a foothold on either bank. Flat, smack down, legs akimbo, groin touching the floor. Out of Sync. The awkward space between a handshake and a hug. Noses banging on your first kiss. Out of Sync. Turning up in jeans on the red carpet. The quadruple boobs syndrome. The name tattoo of your ex. Out of Sync. The scratched DVD, the burnt popcorn, the flat beer, the lumpy couch. Out of Sync. The black wedding dress. Clowns at a funeral. The thirteenth faerie. Doom spelled by skewed geometry. Out of Sync
Monday, October 01, 2007
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