Oct 22, 2007 20:41
i use the half scentence again. even that, there, the scentence before this.
i address my audience when they don't want me knowing they are finally listening and reading. it's that vocabluary, and that language so far rooted in latin it means too much to describe in my native tounge. so i construct kites out of words. i build seats on these kites. i set you in. we wait for the wind and sometimes we start to begin. the only topographic point to see my views is on a craft built by me, meant for all of you.
i know, i use half the scentence, half the time, and never say the right things that i need to. i
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and though i know that inline means that the entry's text object is stored in the same stream as the entry, i cannot help but to tell you that these days you will not ever know a kite to always be windblown. the closet is a friend of ours, the basements and attics we've become prominent citizens of. and though this kite is misused and tugged to abuse. beat to shit by canyon winds then put to rest all over again. there is a use for this modern day story's end.