and we, dear child, are unstoppable reality generators. our escapism is a drive for freedom, for escape equals transformation. digging tunnels through the walls of infinitely compartmentalized society, we seek that which can't be seen. sunrise to sunset and sunset to sunrise.
06 August 2009
i have seen the universe, and it is made of poems.
and we, dear child, are unstoppable reality generators. our escapism is a drive for freedom, for escape equals transformation. digging tunnels through the walls of infinitely compartmentalized society, we seek that which can't be seen. sunrise to sunset and sunset to sunrise.
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