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, April 05, 2005
dead, dead
dead, dead, on the shores of singapore.
of course, maybe, just maybe, there still is hope.
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