jet-set on a sunday morning sojourn, you wide opened the sky...New York to California in the blink of an eye.
posted by [g'night] at 1:45 AM
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
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- the portal of past closes behind. A grey cover sea...
- pleasure is your favorite business. Lunch on it.
- the words edify and the future cascades upward.
- two birds alone do conspire...
- but then a sudden yellow looms the horizon...
- it is the prelude to a city.
- you cross the bridge before it crosses you.
- and in the city you meet a man...
- he doesn't answer questions
- but he keeps in good company
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