my magnificence is only rivaled by my modesty
Disclaimer: some of these thoughts are uncooked.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
The Earth is forever hungry and from its thousand little opened mouthed graves, whispers "And to dust you will return" until one of its holes is filled with a
little box of human
when the whisper becomes a muffled "I told you so"
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