the past unloads fast and furious, as vastly subjective memories stand at arms length, fingers hold the ability to express what cannot be said, the mind holds it's breath, the pen is not mightier than words thrown carelessly, to backtrack is to spin precariously close to destruction, whether or not that is an end or an ends to a means depends, once again, on where one sits..................
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Gonna miss dj cuddly kittens today at the boxcar. See you in the dirt soon my friend.
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