| 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
