postings of obscure thoughts from the corners of the spiritual worlds

Saturday, February 26, 2005

space probe box 3.512

  • bounce later foil the folded envelope push the batter in the mix of matter and either real stills preview then review now not now then again begined inside out of mind perfect peices of nothing that no one can see in the air in my hair in your eye's lashes with a whip of cream they like the color of my canvas the shape of shadows unknow now nouns are not real


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