a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

August 27, 2005

This morning I awoke feeling like a softly luminescent, gently undulating tide of the finest T.P., as if I were a near-endless double-ply layer moving with the pull of the moon across the South Atlantic, the North Pacific, and all the seawater in between.

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