A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Life, Or Something Like It
Life's a trip. A big one. The only thing that keeps me moving forward is the eternal hope of the sublime goal. Inevitable happiness that will ultimately heal my soul and entire being. Someday it'll meet me more than halfway. It has to.
quite a hateful lil high, I might add...but it proves to be worth once in a while...and you write slick...slick is nice...
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P.S.- the word check is sub-meds...make anything of it??
Good one Jane!
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