No fountain ever filled a cup so rusted, suprised the wine held cause that things lookin busted, i dont trust it but i must cause if i dont i might never know the taste of that flow, the nature of the fermented pleasure pouring thru air soaring to meet the other side of the street but its just the wall of this old chalace... no palace. A humble abode, take a load off. Take your hat off. Bring your eyes up, and take a sip at my table, while youre still able - aint no fable tho lifes a trip and you can step solid or skip theres no calling like this, we strolling oer the abyss like Harrison Ford believeing in invisible bridges - faiths where it is, yes. Faith in the future, i know i can reach her safe harbours [god speed, what is god speed, something i need?], but lets not race, please. I aint no time tease. We got days, and days, and days... see?
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 14:08:25 +0000
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