thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the hardest thing to explain is the glaringly evident which everybody has decided not to see. [ayn rand]


May 29, 2008

oxygen

the daily waiting for a stranger's words and the quests for a way out - with all the excitement and chills they bring - are the small particles that make the few oxygen that's left in the dark basement they call life.

edit: forgot to mention the postgirl. don't ask. i find freckles sexy, what can i do?

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