Sunday, September 07, 2003

diligence passes for pressing engagement. we might wind up to throw the effervescent ball across the known universe, adverting structure in the moment. we might otherwise insist on praxis thru the rain and cooling, till a potential max grabs daylight from the stars. the stars are so minor in the scheme, chirpy divinities without lunch. we should watch our language, for our language will never watch us.

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