Friday, February 09, 2007

Done with work for the week hopefully, going to spend some time shambling around in the wreckage of my life looking for cool stuff to play with, hunter-gatherer, that's my style, enough reflection, that's for downtime. Seems I can only protect people from real panthers, for imaginary ones they need to see a specialist.

Cold, wondering again if I'm exposed on a mountaintop, no little ones to tell of my marvelous visions, just you, stranger, but you're make believe, aren't you? I wish I could give you my eyes, I'm unlikely to be needing them, so many lovely colors.

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