there is no blood rush in this, there is no
heel-over-tit worship, waiting like
an obedient dog
we are getting old, coma-
tose, we are getting more
lace-like and fragile as we
go
go
go
races and
heavy everyday footfalls, good
practice for when we
lose our
legs
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
there is no blood rush in this, there is no
heel-over-tit worship, waiting like
an obedient dog
we are getting old, coma-
tose, we are getting more
lace-like and fragile as we
go
go
go
races and
heavy everyday footfalls, good
practice for when we
lose our
legs
don't listen to what they tell you. it's bad for the soul.
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