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Planets plucked from youngster's eyebrows. Covers hover over mind states wishing to change into another. School and learning await naps in uncomfortable locations. Duties get forgotten, when skipping school too long. Deadlines and paychecks cease to exist. Dropped, but not failed, before, so I say, but you don't have to believe me. As in bees and such: the study of life, of those lousy beings that call themselves gods. When one is not good enough you replace it, not add to it. Crush the heart, crush the grade, fly away, another day. Win yourself, or stand back and watch, eyes have more fun looking, than looking out. Has the future been written, or was the deed already done when the deed was spoken of? Perhaps just wheels grinding in an unstoppable pattern? Covers hover over mind states wishing to change into another, growling incoherently at flythings swimming through the fog of reality. Brisk has drained, leaving only a metal shell. Something broken, or just plausibly so? .drawkcab wolf sretteL smitemoS eifl swolf sdrawkcab. .peelsa llaf I nehT Important one forgotten,like white into the mist, said I. I have for time being past that rest may lie upon my fingertips like a cool winter breeze. Scream on top of ice, with cherries, and a rose without a name called Lily, and little playground bits instilling childhood into full grown adults without their knowing. Covers hover over mind states wishing to change into another, which begins to call with such force that eyelids can't help but listen. Day is over, new day will rise, and upon that day, I shall greet you again. Farewell my fair lass, we shall meet in the air one day, hope, I do, that we recognize each other. |