When you wake up tomorrow it won’t be late afternoon or even there’ll be a morning sun. You could have it all, but you must come back soon.
Then you replace the thoughts on the paper and take up books for later… then, you figure out everyone else – those that can think – have the same situation under their feet.
So, can you imagine what’s all about? Or, could you be waiting for a little while? There are many reasons in this world that you can’t figure, but there’s an only one for you to be breathing.
“Dance like no one’s watching” is the name of a song. But I can’t remember who is the singer or was it for…
Every quote has a circle note… and the most ones lead to its own hole.
And there’s no meaning on what is just written. Words keep on coming easily, I just put them together as the Dadaists…
10.31.2008
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