Monday, March 26, 2012
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Friday, March 23, 2012
a song i remembered in the heat
I wish sometimes, to wish the words into new states, like when believed, almost, in new music as a happened-stance. I wish for the wind tone is moving right now, almost, within trees, not amongst them. Amongst being a word that brings its tones along, candidly, like elopement, wishing for a fuzzed-out past when new music seemed like the only bright August.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
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