Thursday, July 2, 2009

Thinking and re-thinking is not refining, it's decay. - Shilet.


The lone engine's sound, the gang war of the street dogs past midnight, the suffocation of a surgery, conspiracy, courtesy, el mar, lost wallet, tendrils.

All of this dead-pan, you say?


Die felicity. Die! You just can't measure upto others. Die, die.

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