This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Saturday, May 18, 2013
the fading and loss...
...of a friendship is the darkest music.
And life eventually takes on a quality of the void, with jittery accents of the absurd. But who's complaining? Relationships are script written by strange hands on the palimpsest of time over dream.
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