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[Mar. 15th, 2009|02:53 am] |
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bit of a drag ain't it? |
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[Mar. 15th, 2009|09:11 pm] |
with me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. this second is Life. and when it is gone it is dead. but you can't
start over with each
new second. you have to judge by what is
dead.
it's like quicksand...hopeless from the start.
a story, a picture,
can renew
sensation a little, but not enough,
not enough. nothing is real except the present, and already, i feel the weight of centuries smothering me. |
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