From blog.catgofire.com

two paragraphs about how to change a spare tire

Posted: 07 Jan 2008 03:09 AM CST

Unearthed then unwritten, your salad day diary left your mouth fizzing and your eyes unscathed. Lizards and ancestors crawled through your innards. That blemish on my ceiling captured you completely. It was the face you wish you had — solid, sunken, clandestine, misbehaving. A face not painted but photographed. It was already there and didn’t need interpretation.

The second verse was silence, underscored by breathing and echoed by your buzzing mind. In it, “How To Disappear Completely” played jagged and colloquial, and the ice cubes in your glass let out whines that made you smile. However broken, your face was a mirror that didn’t need interpretation. and it was beautiful.

Fuck semantics and my shoulder hurts.