Monday, October 31, 2005

Retractable language.

Break the wisdom with your ignorance.

If I were to fall with disgrace, she would be so happy. I'm going to take the filth and I'm going to run like a criminal. When I get there I want you to promise me that you will have no patience. That you'll make me hate my life. That you'll suck all of the happiness I've managed to gather and feed it to the sea. I'm a fish, it's where I belong--moving with the breath of the current and hovering in the place where dreams are made.

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