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Jan 04, 2007 21:46

so you just love this place like face, hey? i can't spoil that but i would if i could. i would pick the most imaginous clouds down and whisper to them their wind. sever ears off clean and smudge the puddle til she's stayin' stained.

its just that im a tool of change; all us livers are. that's all we are meant to do. throw handfuls through the pond or stop and prove it's full enough. it's similarily as important to build a new home as it is to not burn it down. tradition means we like this change a lot. change means we need a new tradition. im just here to thrash my arms and shout flocks from the branch. im just here to like something enough to stand in its' way.
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