April 1st 2012

Some people… are like… history.. remarkable. The brail. The bumps the dependable raised expressions… that are left upon your being.. that only the blind could ever read. Because it something that is sensed – because its entrenched. Some people are remarkably rare and in-noxious and addictive and they can draw out the best or make you purge. In everything. They can fuel you. They can extinguish you, they can be the vortex. The furry. The chimera, the barbs or wire that make or break and indulge you in a life, to keep you alive – a frustration, the flying pinwheel entrenched in purgatory.

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