May 1, 2006
Into the mirror...
"Tell me what you see." she said.
"Life and Death." I said.
"What does that tell you?"
"Existence is a journey,
Always repeating."
"Tell me what you see." she said.
"Life and Death." I said.
"What does that tell you?"
"Existence is a journey,
Always repeating."
posted by Ink and Stone | 7:38 AM
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Into the toilet
"This is where I poop," I said.
Stinky smell of death.
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