Monday, November 15, 2004


Isn't it need that conects us? that strange connective tissue between me and you. it is so important to be needed and to need. at some point one must depend on someone else, at some point, at birth, at death. sometimes being needed is difficult, the times i want to pretend i am some floating dust, but of course i am not, i am important connective tissue, the pulls and bends of this life, you lifting up, me shifting down, like a well oiled machine, maybe, a bucket of rust other times, whether we like it or not we are so much so joined at the hip. all in the same big bowl of soup, all connected all important connective tissue.

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