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Perhaps not 11:57 p.m. 2005-06-22 You were overwhelmed and out of breath. And the silence on the other end of the line cancelled the meaning to all of this. A dream of beauty and applied meaningless I am nothing I am nothing I am nothing more than what I can make and unmake with these hands. To be completely honest I am so dreadfully tired of these imagined invisible games and traps and problems, I am tired of the workings and fascinations of the mind. I want nothing more than a world to build and a girl to love. Don't you get tired of the mindrace? back & forth |