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Last Visit: 91 weeks ago
Jayson Buschmann
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I looked up from the pit bottom I had found myself digging and again climbed to the stars to leap and soar free from the chains I am constant in shackling myself down with. No wings to propel myself from the mad strains of gravity, I had to fight the pull of matter to matter with my will alone. I AM FREE NOW AS I FLOAT, THOUGH ALONE, I AM FREE...
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"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages."
Once again I find myself unable to remeber what the hell good is waxing poetic?
it does nothing for the shine or the gloss finish and I am almost out of poetic wax.
Now and again a moment hangs in time like the glittering jewel of a diamond in the sky or the locked into rythm of and old song and a spinning disco ball.
In the fluttering of wings a delicious yet unstated thought raced my mind like a track of dirt in the south where tyhe engines scream the names of the past like angels dead along the walls of tracks everywhere...
god I hate speed limits
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"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
it does nothing for the shine or the gloss finish and I am almost out of poetic wax.
god I hate speed limits
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