They Know Your Name
October 20, 2005 11:14 PM
Micro-fiber walls, velvet desk, soft-black-everywhere dreams. Hands down on the desk, stretched out, eyes closed, soft-black-everywhere dreams. Soft-padded silence, underground air, deep deep breaths. Hands face down, eyes closed, head leaning forward, cushions in the air. Think of this when your life is being sucked, sucked... into a vortex