one page; a tomb stone.

Feb 19, 2007 01:56

The imgage comes back whenever I can't sleep, sometimes with willies voice sometimes with the picture in the vonogut novel. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurts. The words echo arising a tempo that my fingers have no hopes of meeting because I don't have the words in them yet. Things are well...more well then they've been for a long time ( Read more... )

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maggiehl February 19 2007, 17:49:45 UTC
Your life is everything you let into it and allow to influence you, you don't so much live vicariously through a line in a book, a part of a song, or the narrator of a movie so much as that book, song, narrator becomes you.

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