2001 HEARTBEATS
"I wake up every day to see her back again screaming my name through the astral plane and in this catalogue town she takes me down down through the platinum spires down through the telephone wires and we shake it around in the underground and like a new generation rise" ~ Suede ~ and the heartbeat was muffled... deleted, actually... so be it, I suppose, that's just the way it goes... most of life is lived inside our heads anyway and nobody knows even when it shows nobody knows I was dreaming of sharing more... it was a good dream too, full of rhymes and fun and laughter... alas, I am still in a good mood, but it's so sad to lose the expressions of self when that is all the sharing I do... I mean, I have a few friends, but not the kind of stay awake all night and share every little secret type friends... and I am working when they are not working and they are working when I am not working so I am alone most of the time I am not working and I live to love to share so I am lonely most of the time... and that leads me back to the last time I shared... 
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