the bottle
and the falling sky
Sunday, September 14, 2008
In that gristly, mucusy, closed-clawed moment of waking up from a poor night's sleep, a swift and ruthless thoughtsword stabbed my mind:
This life is too short to live it like this.
It is time to sprint.
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