Saturday, April 2, 2005
> a dream's breath
like a overripe melon burst filling the dusty tarmac of time with so much brainjuice my consciousness is a thing of the past.. a faint figment of a sweet dream since awoken to the harsh cold reality of the now.. the facts that linger in the air like a poisoned haze blurring all subconscious and numbing all intents and emotions holding the barely pounding heart hostage.. tiedup with driedup
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