Thursday, June 11, 2009
 | Its strange how the words jumbled and mixed in my head come out right here. No to tasteful are they as they leave my mouth. But in whose mind does the thoughts work the way the world does. Spinning around yet we don't fall off but seem more pulled in and on. A trap that we forced ourselves into and now curse the cage. Why does everything have to be a question. Statements, even in today's easy documentation world, are rarely wrote down. Too many of the ways we can say it will mislead the misunderstood. Forgotten is the intimacy of simple dissertations back and forth. No way to get bent out of shape as long as finality is flexible. |
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