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It all comes down to the point of sale where will it take you what will it say will it last the posed question - Does functionality mesh with enjoyment?​ Or will it lead to a return to a life simpler, or more bare. You choose. His impressionable desire lies within the visage of transaction the tipping point plagued by a facade or impregnated with passion A mix of both does the world fine each art a separate truth for a path beknownst to the two breeds. When does it become known to all without a ploy, truth dusted with smoke The target no longer the focus but the focus of mass involvement in a movement so confidential They gather to protest the knowledge sought. Feeding the electrical color of the enemy allowing for a dry flood to choke the air keeping the gray alive.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
Traveling Salesman
It drifts as time moves The concentration the same, the fluid stretched thin Going from lake to creek Same material Different movement Different shape Reviving itself Lakes compound stagnation with benefits of submersion with risk of drowning Beware of drifting a base deprived of sun Creek is movement Life is passed through No depth Traded for flow and conservation Calming, no splashes Feels white, Visible trenches Gather your footing. Time is key, purpose fatal Each becomes the other Only if the path is given Evolution of matter Calming of peril, Understood change The muck of the chest runs babbling through the ditches of skin and bone Without this Movement Stops.
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
The Creek