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Aug 11, 2009 18:31

My dreams lately have been a place I've dreamt of before, with long roads stretched out into timber piles and lumber towns. The 101 was on a broken platform made of splintered wood. The gap between the two sides of the road spans a chasm filled with broken wood. Big road signs loom, Mark-Ryden-Desperation syle. The setting seemed far more important than anything going in within.

I'm not sure what the whole thing means.
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