Friday, February 10, 2012

back to my cave, I've become so beat, worn down by the constant. what stands in my way of refreshment? this simple pleasure of new? scrape off the old and reveal the sparkling clean. maintaining my freedom, one. day .at. a time. laugh hard, tomorrow is a new day. not another today, but a chance to make it a real yesterday. reach out and touch someone. punching works. flick someone in the nose. who will knock you out, and who will recoil?

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