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Thursday, August 16th, 2007
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4:01 pm
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In my life there are words and music, in my life there is thought and line, endless line, incalculable line. In my life there is colour, there are numbers but limited and letters.
In my life there are desks, though normally infrequent, in my life there is movement always movement. There is you there is always you and there is he or her or him and us and me but you the ineffable you.
I will not change, I will always change these are my constants. I speak differently now I communicate
new and I say different words that
speak you me from this place these caverns this
cavernous space.
This endless space this
endless space
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