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i reach to fasten my seatbelt. this is my communion with the almighty. hands folded from point a to point b. the noise swirls all around, sometimes it's a fog and sometimes it's a wasp. the only silence i hear is the brief moment in between the dialtone and your answering machine. lazy tongues, frozen in motion, slur endless sylables into a monologue, stopping only to come up for air. the winding, black pavement calls me back to explore its hidden adventures. thousands of miles of blending white dashes and radiowaves is my choice. i bent down to kiss distraction's red lips. the only faithful mistress i have left. i'm such a gifted architect, building walls from armor. i don't fear commitment but i can't help but notice the rope you hold. i haven't had a dreamless night in a while now. acquaintances avoid messy handshaking.