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.: Wednesday, March 31, 2004 :.
wild dreams,
as seen from cockpits,
flown high,
within the starlit,
moon sky,
with shades of violet,
day front,
and back behind it.
.: Sunday, March 28, 2004 :.
sometimes life can be like collecting bottle caps, stamps, baseball cards, or whatever it is you fancy collecting.
You spend disgusting amounts of time nit-picking your collection, organizing it, fondling it, obsessing over it. The only thing that crosses your mind is how you can perfect it by adding that one elusive peice to the puzzle, your missing link.
Then one day you step back, take a look at everything, and realize its just a box of junk, a distraction from reality and the things that are really important.
So you throw out the box, and open your eyes.
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