ImagineImagining the world , just as a it is imperfect, cracked, held together in the grand scheme. Then Closing my eyes and seeing love and hate. Beauty, music, art lingering in the still air , surrounded by Ugliness, poverty, death. Actions and emotions coloring the substance we call life. Placing one foot after another on the thin cracks tracing an endless pattern over the surface of our exsistence. one life steady the other careening wildy like a dancer without a partner. Love, love.Imagine
My mind beats like a heart and i feel the rhythm.
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A good friend will bail you out of prison. Your best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, "Damn, that was fun".
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