fodder
the pebbles you've arranged,
in the sand they're strange.
they speak to me like constellations,
as we lie here.
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Sunday, August 13, 2006
Consequences.
I beat red lights on purpose, with the intention to risk but no guarantee of being capable of bearing the consequences.
Is this stupidity or what, huh. Hah...
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