a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 02, 2004

Everyone feels unique or dies sorry. I feel unique; I feel I am the only person on the planet who can stand in the shadows and irradiate my surroundings with the honest promise of wonder and curiosity.

And, if there is anyone else out there who could call this singularity into question, then I suggest they also be able to bowl a 157 with a left-handed hook and a 15-pound ball.

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