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, June 29, 2013
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If one has the perpetual feeling of an absence/presence, then something akin to surreal music always haunts the flowing of one's time.
I suppose I don't have the corner on crazy after all.
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