The feeling thickened as droplets of a winter mix avalanched down my windsheild. I hadn't a clue where I was going, but I knew where i wanted to be. As a short day became night, I became weary, frustrated. This isn't a voyage to outter space, but she gets me so high. So indefintely high that infact my intake of dark matter could be measured with a super black hole. So, I thrusted forward, as if her sonar reeled me in. Failure was never an option. Temptation overwhelms my soul more than ever. Let me in. Let me passed the evils and doubts and through the road of victory. Let me journey longer and farther than ever. Together, we are.
Monday, March 16, 2009
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"my intake of dark matter could be measured with a super black hole"
love the description...
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