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This is a spoken word exerpt, inspired by an entirely instrumental song my lil' talented sister made up on Friday! (myspace.com/madelinemcgee) the song is called "The truth about umbrellas"

SISTER.
CAR KEYS IN HAND, HER THOUGHTS BEAMED ON A FRIDAY

WHEN ALL MINDS ARE FREE TO REMENIS IN THEIR BEST DAYS, IN SO SHORT AS WALKS ACROSS PARKING LOTS

SHE KNOWS BIGGER THINGS

THEY'RE SILENCED AT HER FEET AS SHE'S WALKING ON THE PINS AND NEEDLES OF A HIGHSCHOOL HALLWAY

SHE KNOWS BIGGER THINGS

OUR OLDEST STORIES ARE POLOROIDS PINNED UP IN MOM'S CLOSET

WHERE YOU
LIVED THE THOUSAND WORDS IN A PICTURE'S WORTH

YET THERE'S STILL MORE TO THE STORY

STILL

I RECALL A TIME WHEN WE WERE OFFERED THE WINE LIST AND YOU IMMEDIATELY ASKED FOR CRAYONS.

I REMEMBER YOU RE-TELLING ME YOU'RE GAY, EVEN AFTER I DIDN'T BELIEVE YOU THE FIRST TIME

YOU KNOW BIGGER THINGS

I LOVE YOU

THIS PIECE: I had some strong thoughts but then couldn't quite vocalize them and lost myself...so it's, yet again, a great example of fragmented thoughts.
is any meaning coming across yet??
what IS working...if anything XD