scratchings in the interdirtweb
29.3.11
one must blow with the wind and attempt to remain sane
every dream is her coming back to me
living in total meaning
shards of meat
and it keeps coming
and it keeps coming
like mystics coming home for dinner
cobwebs in the cosmos
blown
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