Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Film inside my head
there was a film inside of my head in the night, and I and we were in transit and I semi-recognised who was sitting beside me, and the the one in front turned around like she knew who was next to me, and Wicklow was given the grand treatment, and I remembered who had moved to there, and then I began to understand the nature of the movie
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