February 21, 2005


  • Music

    I let my heart guide the rhythm
    Set by the ever present melody,
    Raining down from my subconscious intuition.

    The anticipation
    Will not hold me back.

    Focus.

    Punch it harder.
    Hold on tighter.
    Breathe in deeper.

    Climax.

    And fade into the perfection of it all.




    - broken_optimist


     

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  • i gave up on solving the riddle. seriously the guy is sick! why would he want to be naked in the desert? why would he be wnting to hold a short stick? wait.. what do they do with sticks? like was he writing something on the sand? trying to wave with it? trying to kill some edible animal with it, while he was naked trying to blend in with the sand? omg i hate my brain, as soon as i say that i give up n it starts working!

    no i dont think your an old sicko, infact i understand your motives behind the whole thing. even more i want to talk about it with you (thats if u dont mind).. msn maybe?

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