Monday, October 26, 2009

wrench

It has been rather hectic. So here I am, in a desperate attempt to restore my peace of mind. Time to let my mind take over for a couple of minutes. I'm stuck on a candy-coated cloud and my silver lining is nowhere in sight. I need a cold hot-air balloon to take me down. My battery is depleted, the last drop vacuumed. My usual lingo has been tainted with a dramatic metaphor, and i'm dying to kill it. Vanquish the sinner, vanquish the singer.

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