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writing bubbles for the air2002-12-28, 7:30 p.m. i would love to write the surface of a bubble when i have the chance. i think that right now it is not particularly an option but somedoay perhaps. i would love to write the searpent curves of purple on green. or to write the way that you can see your reflection twist and bend like a desert landscape. maybe i could write about the insides of the bubble. the absence of sound in the most beautiful space ever imagined. maybe to just write like the drop of soap that twirls on the surface, this car that rides recklessly on the paper-thin road. like it know that he death of a perfect world will come quicker than a blink. Leves me thinking if anything will ever be this good in life, because i can easily say that i believe life is one moment and it is always the best moment. It is TOO FuCKINg easy to say that things could be better or she should be here or i should be there. Its too easy to say that and nothing GOOD comes out of it. WHERE do we draw the line between closed eyes and dreaming. where is the line between naive and true sight. Where is the answer we will never see. and why is it too fun to hurt youself just to feel a little bit real.
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