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It all starts with an Idea, an idea like a distant thunderstorm like cold rain on your skin and then, let it seep in and run wild through your blood like a venereal disease and let it enter into your brain and let it grow in the darkness like moss. And there you will find a Dream, absurd and absolute, a dream impossible to chase, and so keep quiet. Let it grow inside you like a little parasite until it is all that there is. And then, let go.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
How to be a Lunatic
It all starts with an Idea, an idea like a distant thunderstorm like cold rain on your skin and then, let it seep in and run wild through your blood like a venereal disease and let it enter into your brain and let it grow in the darkness like moss. And there you will find a Dream, absurd and absolute, a dream impossible to chase, and so keep quiet. Let it grow inside you like a little parasite until it is all that there is. And then, let go.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
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