I liked to think when a newer form, and now mourn, that words may arrange as formulas to bring about a chosen result.
All things being equal, the modification of any one thing, may affect any other thing, in any way.
Yet no assemblage of sounds is legible to existence as the reactants needed to conclude dunnest items to their occluded finish.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Despairity
Posted by Kould bE aNyone 0 comments
at 12:27 PM Labels: near-journal, philosophy, short
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