domingo, diciembre 02, 2007

And no one else

Paralysed at home, waiting for the ghosts to return. A sudden encounter, the gnashing of teeth, chairs too small to be strapped on. I found the situation compelling, couldn't get out of bed the next day, bombs were defused, absolutely curtains, I wish you well with your credit form. I'm back, I'm back, and then we are stuck on the telephone.