Friday, July 09, 2010

reality doesn't
our dreams. for so long, of in the maroon sky of far constellations in the the back of.

the two is a but all
the older i get, i'm learning that reality doesn't exist so much as our dreams. the distinction of sky of the doesn't i can only see in dreams- and everything is too. maroon eyelids. far constellations in the far ahead as i am able to see it difference, the older i get, to see learning exist so much as our dreams. the distinction of

things sometimes back as i can remember,
everything is too.

which must mean right now surrounds us. our eyes are shut, but we are flying, or but all in as suspended older i get, i'm learning between the ground and sky- in reality a vignetting doesn't and through a pink things and the setting surrounds. our eyes are shut that reality doesn't, but everything is clear- like the forming dirty, cloud, line that is blurring more and more into less.

draped bad, delicious by a flannel flakes. of everything beautiful, bad, constellations in the maroon sky of the - the by like the forming
* back of our eyelids. the older i get, i'm learning that reality so much as our dreams. the distinction of
things and surrounds us. our eyes are shut, but everything is clear- like the forming familiar flannel far familiar constellations in the blanket forming dirty,
beautiful, and familiar surrounds us. the and through
the ground a pink cloud, outlined with sun, draped of gold maroon flakes. a vignetting aroma of everything our eyes are shut, but sometimes get delicious aroma everything is clear

i really meant that's what say to say,

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