Sunday, September 30, 2012

I am each age: I am starving & some strength & I am well- willed & the dust of lions- I am indigenous you are worldchangers & I have a white patch & I have liquid feet & trouble I don’t feel good anymore Once I don’t feel good anymore. Again I have trouble. Fit yoursel f into real land & you’ll feel how There is dust there are flies & instead there is wood everywhere.

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