the words exploded.
So I rewound time
So that my pages were crisp and the
lines were new.
The glue still made your mind
a little stiff
when you inhaled.
Slowly, wandering noir corridors
I have come once again
to fulfill a promise.
And in due time
I will restore
this empire
rebuild the economy of words,
lines, and colour
until I am whole again.








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But this is loneliness I know
I lay my hand onto my soul
Is this what life has got to give
Is this the dream I had of you...
The dream I had of you?
___ Schiller: Dream of you
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See my website
hehe, nice literature.
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89% of all statistics are bullshit, and this one is no exception.
Killed in the name of advanced function mathematics.
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