Soul-searching, rants, and random thoughts...
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup...
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
"Half of the time we're gone but we don't know where"
it's a luscious mix of words and tricks that let us bet when you know we should fold on rocks i dreamt of where we'd stepped and the whole mess of roads we're now on
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