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today’s equivalent of whipping a horse galloping full-stride across an infinite field is extending your ankle forming an angry obtuse angle coursing quickly between the guardrails and the lines on the ground are the arterial walls and we are the blood in the wind and we have our seatbelts on sorry off open windows gasping the windshield cracking is today’s equivalent of riding to war yesterday was the universal monday morning today is the best friday across the galaxy the stars unwind forming a reclined man snoring unashamed, under a bridge, understood and the lines on his face are the arterial walls and we are the blood in the wind and we have patience sorry none open the window gasping the heart palpitating is today’s equivalent of toil and sorrow
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
cursed is the ground
today’s equivalent of whipping a horse galloping full-stride across an infinite field is extending your ankle forming an angry obtuse angle coursing quickly between the guardrails and the lines on the ground are the arterial walls and we are the blood in the wind and we have our seatbelts on sorry off open windows gasping the windshield cracking is today’s equivalent of riding to war yesterday was the universal monday morning today is the best friday across the galaxy the stars unwind forming a reclined man snoring unashamed, under a bridge, understood and the lines on his face are the arterial walls and we are the blood in the wind and we have patience sorry none open the window gasping the heart palpitating is today’s equivalent of toil and sorrow
mike-stenger
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
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