Sunday, 27 September 2009 my head...

Just popped in to say whatever is in my head.
Racing my visibility and letting streams of typisment urge down through cascades of thought that fall like soft bubbles upon these keys as slow fingers reluctantly haul there way about the board to my wordless command.

Let the snow fall from our eyes as we set forth on our ego free expedition...taking, changing, bending and placing ourselves at the mercy of our unknown futures . Can let flat work say let flat work go when flat lay the land blow down the walls of our sensitive selves work free the syncopation of our inner beat flee the fallen felling purpose of the none candid remedies of logic.

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