Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Row my compatriots. Row. Let the salty breeze kiss your faces. Stare at the heavenly bodies falling from the sky. Don't look back at civilization. Those lights are just coffee stains, and its inhabitants are just spent waitresses at roadside diners. Go forth like those before you, and disappear into something wild. Body and Mind. For there is no soul. Time is of the essence.

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