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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Thought Apocalypse

I can't concentrate, my head is not straight.  I need to migrate, coming from the void into outer space.  I need to create my ongoing fate.  Thought apocalypse erodes my mind.  There is never enough time.  To congratulate, no time to hesitate.  Everything is twisted, constricted, contorted, imploded, exploded.   I want to go back in time.  I want to see space.   I don't want to be part of this race.      




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