the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Punching Bags and Ticking Bombs With A Pressure-Sensitive Detonation Override: Life Is A Pretty Thing, Ain't It?

Elusive abuser of long-lost advantage.
How can you manage to go on?
The winds are howling,
On and on,
And sing to you a warning song.
The storm is returning your call,
The storm is coming in strong.
Because these chains have been undone
And I begin to run...
I'm waking,
Eyes towards a setting sun.

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