reach here at musings.home.ml.org, thanks to
ted
minute hand sprints by the twelve, leaving the marathon of hours to follow
slowly behind, i wonder what life is like, like that, on the outside,
instead of on the inside? what's it like, to be a part of it all, not quite
just an observer, a doer, in action, will whole heart and soul, the world
still spins, not any slower, not any faster, but spins, what would the
world be like if paris is gone? new york in ruins, southeast asia drowned?
bah, bah, lies they spin, tales they weave, the storytellers of this age