Oct 01, 2003 10:37
waiting on the edge, same as before, same as before, the same wistful scope in a different plane. time [light and dark] rushes beneath my fleeing body. i come down hard, my feet pulsing against solid packed earth. in and out.......a mantra of all things and no thing is in my head. i sprint near the end.
radiohead this weekend. cannot fucking wait.
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Lichst du, mein frauline.
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