Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Friday, March 16, 2012

splat!

macabre dancer in the company of macaws.  sugar plum fairy and a cough in my throat.  trying to expel something, expel something non-linear and non-secular.  half moon lights upon my right hemisphere begging release of the sun from the confines of my corpus callosum.  in day dreams i feel you.  what if you passed me in the grocery store while i priced cheese?  so much is known about cheese and so little is known about you. 

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