I don't write, I paint myself blind with words...diogenes herded...ignorance...gilded cages...filling up on beauty unleashed...free will's maddening fractures...eyes that need to smell to see...
April 30, 2011
Different alterations separations from where the blink hides those bits of time that collect like crickets in the grass beneath the heavy air, drunken states help the limbo
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