Monday, August 09, 2004

I'm not the more murderous or considered, tho the darkness in evening out comes as a sport to tell. longing in a funny way reminds me of tremendous exemplars leading into mountains, where the cold duty of fine aliens constitutes a running program. I may dream and read again, but morning hasn't been invented. so such writing as begins, may just need to end now.

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