Patience is what kills the most miserable people.
Imagine a world where roadkill can speak.
Go for a walk without looking over your shoulder.
Enter the green door leading to the black room.
Ordinary miracles go unnoticed in the disarray.
Nausea trembles in our stomachs like a butterfly.
April 19, 2007
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Great work.
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