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03-10-2010, 08:44 PM
Better than kids who find out what they can get high off of through trial and error. :T
The sound of the blue, an eternity of complete aquiescence. I cannot move, nor do I need to, for it is enough to lie on the cliff and become entrapped in a world of escapism and peace. Cerulean transience of all my imagined shores...
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