Our inventions split their cocoons, and the whir of wings was deafening...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Pain.Contact.Backward.Pain
I'm too tired and strung out to think. Time for sleep.
I forgot what such a momentous crash felt like. But, it is nostalgic in a bad way. I needed a bender to help me be more responsible, I think. Hopefully.
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