Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

What I Want.

I want to design belief up until the
portion of time where promise outweighs
potential. I want to create harmonies
of dissonance, and break red apart into
its basic parts. I want to hold color as close
as god held his first lover, and her last.
I want to know what I want.

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