Saturday, February 21, 2009

"Solids That Eventually Will Melt Into Air" and/or "Always Late"

-Everyday we go away.



-And we meet halfway.



-And remember that time when illumination was just divine.



-And how the night had no time.



-And the idea frightened excited.



-And you were on my side.



-The anticipation was paramount.



-And days stretched to years.



-We walked along that fine line.



-Yet in the end it was all for nothing.



-Kim Gordon sported the first tall tee.






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