Feb 21, 2009 02:42
your endless haze/gaze. streetlights shimmering in the evening frenzy. sounds of intentional chaos paint the roadway. you've got my mind hooked to the destination; i'll make my way home to you.
it can move in circles and always end up in a different place somehow. life. love. and the pursuit of conformity.
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good to see you here. you and your woman are missed.
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