Upon reconnecting an old phone line.

[amonveuqari]

His voice poured through like static flesh, a spider or two came with it with no ill will. He's on a different wind than I, but he is quite more challenging, and more real. Through a hole I can reach him, but the holes are horridly small and only my mouth motes can reach beyond it's access. Choatic havoc, and he still remains. Fifteen horrid

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[musiccjnky]

ride your zephyr fly as high as you can. until the end comes look below to see the dreams of a world that will never rise as high as you. i watch and follow below as you soar, and as you paint the sky let a few drops spill down into this colorless world. those of us unable to see the beauty like you see need to be reminded of better things.