Running
I run this way than that.
I have a heart in the fast lane.
I wonder how fast you can go.
Race me, RACE ME!
I feel like running as fast as I can.
I wonder how fast I can go.
Running
I run this way than that.
I have a heart in the fast lane.
I wonder how fast you can go.
Race me, RACE ME!
I feel like running as fast as I can.
I wonder how fast I can go.
05-25-2010
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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Afterlife | 2 | 05/11/2010 |
Imbalance | 3 | 05/07/2010 |
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