Condemned?
By Neurosine
Open doors, dust flows down alien halls, beautiful webs, coalesced on grey walls. How do I wipe them away? I'm insane in many subtle ways, and stable, and imbued with wisdom, I could impart it to you all day. I wish I could use it too. If I could just crawl somewhat more completely, from this profuse box I've designed, I'd see random thoughts, in a cluttered up mind. Can I wipe this dust away? Or will I rot and let it stay? Written October 13th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 05:55 PM PST, Neurosine 0 • 13
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