"Someday I'll walk away and be free...I'll leave without a forwarding address and walk across some barren wilderness to drop the world there. Then wander free of care like an unemployed Atlas."
April 07, 2003
I could barely stand.
The music played on.
Twisted psychedelic dreams.
Eyes staring through a broken kaleidoscope.
Comprehending faces in silhouettes of charcoal black.
Life passing in spasms of irrelevance.
The moment was over.
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