like: umbrellas and ulcers, ultraviolet light and uncles, the umbra over Miami,
the uncanny way I look at myself in the mirror, an
uprising from hot sheets, and the useless usability of language.
Especially right now, when I've blacked-out that human duplicate
in my dusty mirror.
He's no traitor, he just smiles all-right.
I'd punch him in his glass mouth, no matter how dark I make him.
I am myself and no other.
I am myself and no other.
"When I say let's keep in touch, I hope you know
I mean I wish that you'd grow up."
-christopher
