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my final fivebyfivehundred. It's called The Powder Keg.

picture daylight savings. picture all of life's rhythms moving at their speeds. picture yours. life's are all to one of your sides. empty space is on the other.

the funny thing

walk them, with dedicated falls, become the ground, they the rest. and so new life goes

why have the strings

more bridges

our us

and everyone else

else so many

such barely ways out of

things we've taken time to make.

wonder in will

any find
wonder will
it right

right face demons and what are they really

us getting soft
to veer and flux lit-up backs

end shocked out

cracked in culling to be strung

bring in vibrate to nothing airs

still weight

unready that it's ourselves

rebus {new 5x500}

spit rubies off a camel's back

new {from wednesday} 5x500

Dear, Madame, Sir

like most fiction, the fivebyfivehundred piece linked above is not a reflection of personal feelings, simply an attempt to tap into the witness of those who view themselves fallen through one of life's many trap doors. Were they able to send honest letters, and were a little 'crazy, maybe', perhaps this is what they'd sometimes say.

below are some lyrics as a little add-on.

Radiohead's Motion Picture Soundtrack, from Kid A:

red wine and sleeping pills
help me get back to your arms
cheap sex and sad films
help me get where i belong

i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe

stop sending letters
letters will always get burned
it's not like the movies
they've fed us on little white lies

i think you're crazy, maybe
i think you're crazy, maybe
i will see you in the next life