08-16-02 - 3:16 am
sleep is like a silent sail, sliding through the silver seas. washing over white-capped waves, and wishing away our dreams. grasping and grinding your greatest gifts into illustrated images of internal inadequacies. relentlessly reminding us of remanding requisitions. questions like quizzes to query our quarrels for us to create chaos and conquer our constant nonsensical notions of never now but only before, back when the black of your eyes entered the eternal epitome of everything that is, isnt, and is impossible to imagine, youll find sleep.
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