Sunday, September 12, 2010

Mark Linkous

You get outta bed.

you merge into your desk chair.

The flowing light. of the computer breathes into you 
likea organisim. except its made of dust and grey plastic.

Somehow. you are listening to a song.

the lead singer took his life.
the comments tell you.

an article. says. suicide
Rest now you decided.


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