a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

February 08, 2003

Texticity #1000

Begin on a whim.

Continue on a whim.

Walk to the wall, and throw this thousandth hunk of meat over to be devoured, and I do hope savored.

Smirk at any idea of The End, and make them drag you away, laughing.

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