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Hello Mountains, Goodbye Mountains

30 October, 2005

Sunday Night Magic.

Interlude # 4

If you think
STOP
and consider how
disposable these
ruminations are.

Tomorrow you will
think contradictions
and Eliot will be
howling in your
Head-cave.

Everytime you
read this I
steal a little bit
more of your
life & you
feel inevitablity
worse than
ever.
Posted by Andrew at 10:58 PM

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