stained to colours

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Originally uploaded by amnesoid

five x's left. i am trapped upon the earth. there is a cold wind ripping into the loose plastic of the neighborhood. it is august. satan has planted little seeds, here and there. can you sense this?

we would let the lions in.

four years ago, who knows.

all that's left are three short essays, and i will have a finished application. a new philanthropist. neverending white guilt, or misdirectin of the fortunate middleclass. that is what 2008 or 9 should be for. all years accountable, please. i will be dead by 2050. everything must matter more and more, despite the indications.

until 2008, maybe i will sleep and read.