You know how when you see a prism, spinning in the sun, and how the lights are sent out in ten thousand directions, constantly changing, forever remaining the same? Well this blog site is like that, only those beams of lights, at least the ones I see, are my ideas. It is these ideas, embedded deep inside my head that we will be typing about.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
poem of the day
walking through a forest and you come to mind looking for my clearing just so hard to find swimming in an ocean I taste you on my lips looking for that dock and for my sailing ship
1 comment:
nice words big guy
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