September 4, 2009
I could count. I still could count maybe. But not high, definitely not high, I forget the numbers the calculator stole them. The calculator keeps all my secrets. I told the calculator about the boy and the boys and the girl in the dream and me. Not about me. The calculator has me, it owns me, it owns my soul maybe if I had one. I hear a soul weighs two pounds but I think maybe my soul weighs more or less but two pounds just sounds wrong. The calculator is going to weigh my soul so I can know.