Sorrows path is paved with apathy and sleepness nights. Everything is behind a vale in poor light, like some ancestors face in some child's dream. I need to find a bigger sky.
the ambition is only as good as the two feet and two fists of its owner.
though it sucks to feel the way you may and do, i like your idea. infact, everyone--the masses all agree. but they are silent. for each one that says nothing;; it's a cry for help reguarding the same manner...
and so, they disperse :: like some diaspora, in mass various directions.
we'll all see each other in the the end. as neurochemical catalysts that have passed their expiration date, and have become either grown plants or debris.
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though it sucks to feel the way you may and do, i like your idea.
infact, everyone--the masses all agree. but they are silent. for each one that says nothing;; it's a cry for help reguarding the same manner...
and so, they disperse :: like some diaspora, in mass various directions.
we'll all see each other in the the end. as neurochemical catalysts that have passed their expiration date, and have become either
grown plants
or debris.
fortunato. fortunato.
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