Sunday, January 11, 2009

Panic in the clouds. Rains rust and the children run rabidly.

I knew what it felt like to fly.

Head first into the dream. Payouts and the end of disclosure. Celebrate nothing. Be obstinate. Treasure tenure. Do nothing. You are rust. Rushing like the wind. Try not to stare, but I can't stop thinking.

Separate. Divide. Devise.

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