Monday, January 26, 2015

i think i'm in love with the poor fish.

in a world oblivious to them, oblivion.

to be american is to be blank, and the true american is truly blank.  dave eggers.


i got to the edge and felt the sea spray, i wanted to go further into the ice field but withdrew to save copper the stress. i thought this morning maybe looking out for his safety is also looking out for mine.

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