12:56 p.m. - 2003-12-25
for retrospection in the future
if he had his way, he'd pose with a soy sauce bottle in hand, walking through the livingrooms to the balcony to sprinkle black rain on his flowers.
it came as a surprise to refrain from saying it that they never had the words they were unprepared receiving it was a gift but how to return it and then where does the tennis lead to, a conversation around nothing.
take me to your leader.
spins out of control.
how shall a person react
it is complex.
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all these words are written in the hope that when i look back at them in the future, i may wonder why i wrote them in the first place.
