stumbling as I run down the hill hoping my legs don't buckle and I keep upright
the thoughtless organism swims in her bodily fluids wandering fast and aimlessly digesting what it can
the velocity with which we exit the tunnel suggests a temporary reality to my overstimulated mind
rocketing towards old age we treat our lives like journeys with destinations instead of an existence
Thursday, April 16, 2009
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