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you are the rain trickling down my windshield;
i'm wiping you away but you keep coming, harder and harder.
you're pouring now; you're cracking and thundering,
you magnify, distort, and intensify the oncoming headlights,
i dance with you, between the traffic lines
(it's a waltz at first) and then a tango...
i'm just going home

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syntax itself has become a form of expression;
out of chaos comes the semi-colon, the parenthesis, the benevolent comma,
we break the radio static of the meandering prose into verses and couplets,
our attention spans can hardly swallow a motif

The answers to our questions obey the principles of physics: the answers are no greater than the desire we have for them multiplied by the grace with which we seek them. The law of the conservation of mass states "THAT," and I quote: "ANSWERS ARE NOT CREATED (THEY ARE FOUND)." And thus a question is itself a lost answer. This also means that an ( Read more... )

within the context of my trembling heartbeat ( Read more... )

Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight.

add white to one part, and black to the other,
lay the lighter one against the darker;


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let's all find something beautiful.

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