Wednesday, November 13, 2002

the fragrance hangs in the air like a suspended web, capturing our phosphorescent stares and trembling lips. observe as we, insect-like, resist futilely against the gravitation of glistening lines. with every winged effort, we become one step closer to liberating ourselves from the intoxicating stickiness.

we survive, yet the spider starves.

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