I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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6.22.2009

Thoughts from my cell phone

The fluorescent sand is the only thing we feel when we walk together..our magnetic impulses to touch one another have faded like the landscape from sight as the sun backs down and the moon raises night.
Posted by Afflicted Wolf at 9:10 PM

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