[deserted. shadows cast by thornes. memories breathing down my neck. tomorrow's just another day in gleaming heat. all in all a tired reason to get up. perhaps i should rather lose myself in a song. or turn around and take a look at the architecture of what once was. up. up. up. up. up. up. up.]
acts of limited intention and ability
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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