Monday, August 18, 2003

sweet intention drifted to a space, the clouds were asking, daylight became a mode and telltale, like a lake or even some dusty coyote, which is all talk

further is the spring that falls under the cloud, and numerous occasions are hidden in mountains, and even desert winds are nature, like personal reconnaisance tho without the theory

the desertion rate grows fuller in scale with arguments and people, and Idi Amin is as dead as any, thus this message from the front: we could be talking about anything

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