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Chaos... Dusty yellow street lights, honking truck drivers... cigarette smoke puffed carelessly in your face.. and the quest.. the unending quest for a single free breath... giving you the slip at every bend in the clogged road... the careful painstaking preserving of that one impossibility, the concentration of all of existence on a handful of dust....
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
Your soul. or a handful of dust.
Chaos... Dusty yellow street lights, honking truck drivers... cigarette smoke puffed carelessly in your face.. and the quest.. the unending quest for a single free breath... giving you the slip at every bend in the clogged road... the careful painstaking preserving of that one impossibility, the concentration of all of existence on a handful of dust....
urvashi
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 1:05 PM UTC
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