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misting the dawn is a difficult process.
we sat on station platforms, carried ourselves into passing winds and rode shaky tracks, only to find missing tunnels.
in the bible there are no railroads, only footsteps and dusty feet.
parting your hair leaves just a little too much order, and if life doesn't acknowledge and fight entropy, one might as well just sit down and turn into rocks. at least the stability of that matter rests on time and not passion. do not reproduce yourself until you are ready, because once you go there, you are frozen.
this is fighting words. this is maddening thought.
we spit on early challenges.
we sat on station platforms, carried ourselves into passing winds and rode shaky tracks, only to find missing tunnels.
in the bible there are no railroads, only footsteps and dusty feet.
parting your hair leaves just a little too much order, and if life doesn't acknowledge and fight entropy, one might as well just sit down and turn into rocks. at least the stability of that matter rests on time and not passion. do not reproduce yourself until you are ready, because once you go there, you are frozen.
this is fighting words. this is maddening thought.
we spit on early challenges.