Soul Eater
By Grundle
Like nebulous clouds rising toward the ceiling, this packaged cure-all was passed around. Day in and day out, it floated toward the soul, "I can't live without it!" said one, "Oh I'll stop when I want..." spoke the other. The vitality of vapor and water, spiraling ever closer... oh its green so green, lovely green so green... to touch it, to taste it, to feel it, and love it... Will they wake up? probably not... lost in the mist of skunks and crazy lemons, wandering through the mind toward destination yesterday... Their life so vivid, so exciting, so touching, so momentous, without ever moving an inch...Any suggestions would be appreciated Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 03:50 AM PST 0 • 9
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