Thursday, November 5, 2009

can a single mountaintop be annotated? but still, a shakingly horrible feeling is perpetually becoming melted between two landscapes, where a lion and a harpsichord sleep in each others arms. however, under crystalline towers (i noted), a love was born through a recently invented form of breathing; an inhale, the beckoning of a lover; an exhale, the human tendency for aggressive destruction.

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