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.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
i wish.
So I walked under a bus, I got hit by a train. I've sunk out at sea, crashed my car, gone insane. And it felt so good, I wanna do it again.
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