swirl of anonymity

Sunday, March 26, 2006

'a fistful of featureless letters pregnant with ruin or love'

Previous Posts

• Honestly,
• I wonder where the days went that I'm trying to ge...
• the most intimate moments of our lives are silent ...
• Run on.
• let's try this again.
• angst
• Everything's not fine.
• things
• the futile search for rhythm in rain-fall.
• you fell in love with me when

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