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Saturday, November 14, 2009
Eagle Metalcore Wheels
Sense
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sometimes I felt completely. It does not last a whole week, but while I find seem centuries. There is no paradox, no pitiful tears, only time will carry me. I get food and water, do what the schedule dictates, begging baby, chasing silence. Nothing hurts me because all I care, all injured by his enormous weight to my thoughts wrapped up, the press. Cohesion letters to find words, concepts shape the world no longer seems to have me in it, allow access to the shared space, the interaction that keeps me present. I see others doing his thing listlessly, waiting for time to be themselves, I see. I would completely disappear, vanish in a flash of light, miss in the vastness of the universe. Some
Other times, I direct my steps wisely. I walk the streets at the time that belongs to me the route and destination. My sense is everything, people and concepts important to me too, I look after and protect them, feel the heat emanating, they realize that here I am, I realize that I know that here they are: me. Watch the sunrise makes me mourn, like a dog run over. I wonder of life changing. The city transforms me.
I almost always head down trying not to step on stingrays. Recently
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