| Saturday, January 23, 2010
dream of the faraway, then begin the blind trek to glass shards, to the road where, at the end lies a cliff where you shall be pushed off, and a pinnacle where you shall reside. but the blindfold stays put, sewn to your skin til your fate has been decided and all will be well. or perhaps not, for in the darkness, the way remains hidden.
the purple piggy oinked 2:46 AM
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to be and then to not be. for one's sanity and then some. tis the way of life, and the pits are steep and slippery and then the mass of snakes waiting eagerly for your blood, perhaps you might enjoy snake meat, for it is an acquired taste, something i shall acquire, for tis the season to be hungry.
the purple piggy oinked 2:42 AM
