"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Friday, June 08, 2012
Blind Pilot :: I Buried a Bone
look me in the gut I've got fear for my own name I'd dig it up for you if you'd do the same
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