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Posted 09-26-2009 at 02:42 PM by sweetiepie
Updated 09-27-2009 at 01:11 PM by sweetiepie

Dear you were so dry you made me dry, you made my world dry, I didn't know what I was doing living in it.

It was like a science fiction story written by an old conservative man with no imagination in which the astronauts land on a vast barren planet, and that's all. We looked at the dust and the craters, then you looked at me, and I looked at you, and all there was to say was that we were looking at each other. How we laughed, like dead leaves rattling. Oh Aeolus, release me.

It made me miss the archer. She wasn't free either. It was all to real for her. The buildings were all ready to collapse on her. And she would have been happy to collapse with them.

When I found her she was standing on the shore of insanity, watching the rip tide with a scornful lust. She let it take her, twice, but twice she was returned. The shore of insanity is wide, and the day is long. She didn't know it, but she stood on the brink of everything. I wanted so bad to take her hand, and pull her into that forbidden drink. Not to drown but to float. To move with it. To catch the waves and to dive down deep and cast about like ribbed sturgeon, whose home is the great lake of insanity.
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