ponderings

marageronimo

Description: methinks i need a gulp of grass
and so it came to quickly pass
you fell to earth with eely shrieking
wooing my heart, freely freaking

The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool. I sometimes wonder if our quotidian interractions with other people at random mean a lot more that we choose to put stock into. Maybe we move too quickly, and maybe we don't, but how would we ever know if we don't slow down.There's never nothing going on. It's only an excuse not to look.

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