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the last sunset

much has been said
Thursday, April 5, 2007

Beep. I have been censored. Apparently, I am not quite as oblivious as people perceive me. Shining eyes define the thin glass of ice delving within. Glares, not those that signify extreme vexation, but those that are made through the bending of light's path, are deflected into the line of sight, and people understand to that extent only. I'll shrug and groan as a form of polite response, as that is the most ethical thing I could to that'd work both ways.

I want a striped jacket and a pair of striped socks. Black and white please.

Stalker, much?

smiled at the sun again @ 10:35 AM,




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