Sunday, November 10, 2013

Tomorrow

Its the end of tomorrow and life will never be the same again. The vine grows around limp legs and struggles onward in exultation of the enlightened spirit. Open your eyes friend. Smell the cauliflowers. Small green days and brown sunrises. The epiphany of a million playing violins. Hello,Goodbye. Its ok, Its allright. Daybreak. Monotone. Technicolor supremo.
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