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I am thankful for many things. Somethings I wish I could change, i would never do, if I had the chance. We are who we are, all people locked in flesh socks.
I dreamt last night that a friend and I hid out behind the school and smoked cigarettes all lazy like. There was no metaphor. There was no implication.
Wounds from long ago are finally bleeding. Squeezed out with pliers as fingers. Things are not what they seemed to be.
Having dreams about the end of the world again. The power is out, communication is null. Bones and people are broken. The world is going down in frames and the people you want the most are the people furthest away. There were, however, metaphors in this dream. Where the future is going, horses are fashionable.
's all I'm sayin'.
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Posted by Nehimar on 2008-07-05 07:49:53 | Rating: | Views: 49
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