Thursday Mar 31, 2005

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I empty things: my life, my heart, my mind, my time, my purpose. I empty my hands and carry no water.

I eagerly await all sign of nature's abhorrence; I am become vacuum.



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tarqu1n:
Ah, but are you truly empty? Is there still not the idea of emptiness in your mind?

surreal
uncommoncold:
AND DID HE SAY HOW I SHOULD GET IN TOUCH WITH HIM NOW!? IF MAYBE I SHOULD WRITE HIM ANOTHER NOTE OR SET UP A TELEPHONE SYSTEM OUT OF TIN CANS AND STRING? LET ME KNOW. KTHXBYE.

Seriously, though- I really, genuinely love that piece. It's beautiful.

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