Thursday, September 11, 2008

Adage # 4 Comments

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you come to the point of this dead-end
numb, you do not move any finger you do not point any finger to anybody
lazy, you do not till any patch of green you begin to hate the soil you do not
appreciate, you do not like any bee, you do not like anything fluttering
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RIC BASTASA
stay hopeless cold green hate music numb silence
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