We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
Friday, March 11, 2005
hey you
i'm off to such a lovely holly-holly-day on an island in the sun to save me from drowning in the sea, and to beat me up upon the beach.
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