Thursday, November 29, 2012
Exotic matter
Now that there is no longer someone by my side, cyclically, to protect me from time, it is only a matter of.. My mind appears to be years into the current well, the pit of memories deepening by the hour. Without a town cryer I am without reference, for love is the strongest clock by which souls are set by any stretch of possibility. I am doomed, for these are ky amber years. The sadness has begun, but this machine was built for a final run. This mind of mine is a roadster, a chopper of soul. I knew which highway I'd run, I built the machine, and now it is time to roll the ol' girl off the gravel.
Exotic matter
Now that there is no longer someone by my side, cyclically, to protect me from time, it is only a matter of.. My mind appears to be years into the current well, the pit of memories deepening by the hour. Without a town cryer I am without reference, for love is the strongest clock by which souls are set by any stretch of possibility. I am doomed, for these are ky amber years. The sadness has begun, but this machine was built for a final run. This mind of mine is a roadster, a chopper of soul. I knew which highway I'd run, I built the machine, and now it is time to roll the ol' girl off the gravel.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Old hat
goodbye old favorite hat. you are a dirty sonofaglitch, but I'll always love you. You won't come out of the washer the same, I'm sorry, I know that's hard to process old friend. There's a slim chance you'll come out better, stronger than ever. Just know that if you dont, if something goes wrong over the next 35 minutes, you'll be in a landfill or warming the head of a homeless man in less than a day, you asshat. So don't leave me, okay? God speed.
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