its easy to forget that beneath the dirt there is molten rock
Sunday, 25 May 2008
so i gave me a stern talkin' durin' months of drunken slumber, mumbling homeward truths while ceilingbound presumptions were heightened in the darkness.
the secret is out. if you do care to read this i offer you a disclaimer. These things happen, just unedited streams of consciousness. Sometimes i need to type the words out of my system, sometimes i need to pretend that somebody actually reads them.
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