Friday, January 14, 2005
local
locate the pebble-sized grain of soul. that's all you have that tiny little soul. lose it and screwed, any bid for cosmic immortality forfeit.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
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