Here too are dreaming landscapes, lunar, derelict.
Here too are the masses, tillers of the soil.
And cells, fighters, who lay down their lives for a song.
Music, pics and anything that creates movement.
18 Sept 2013
''It tastes like metal''
''Like before?''
''Like tomorrow''
'''Like everyday?''
''Maybe I should stop''
''Maybe you should start.Again. Like before. Like tomorrow. Like everyday.
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