Caricamento in corso...

the color is slow moving like a river over my head

I fear and am lost again by crying myself to sleep in a dream of fear

8—11—97 space the 2:25 a.m.
 
Dreaming of this, us– special cloud color flying to debts piece I begin to fool fighting, more, I fear and am lost again by crying myself to sleep in a dream of fear.
 
When she is, their issues not thereby, year the color is slow moving like a river over my head with what exposures, like the waters fall don’t touch them to closely for they know,..
 
Splash that Powell you call your mind and make the real again to do it all over sticks of peace fall fast to the ground and.dictate shoes make the rainbow of looked Bell
 
To explain what remains is a trip for goals hotel the same story that indifferent words quite souls make their way a Cuban fro a shadow was neither right or wrong just go on new their
 
Again I make another mistake remembering it if I could forget I would I can so I won’t have left this year just to remember I forgot it is just easy to love him but why so
 
Disappointed in that color you think in when William change this smell of time that pre-ease head of the motions remain one null life ever placed here could know him
 
7/9/00 1:20:02 PM

https://xoet.blogspot.com/2005/12/8-11-97-space.html
original post from 2005-

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