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Jul 07, 2004 04:26

they tell this tale of its foundation: men on various nations had an identical dream. they saw a woman running at night through an unknown city; she was seen from behind, with long hair, and she was naked. They dreamed of pursuing her. as they twisted and turned, each of them lost her...
I walked along the hedges, sure I would discover young and beautiful ladies bathing; but at the bottom of the water, crabs were biting the eyes of the suicides, stones tied around their necks, their hair green with seaweed.
i felt cheated.
i love you daria jean.

kill me if you will
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