May 14, 2012
This is history! (part one) - Duncan Jones
She is / I am the most beautiful girl in the world. Sink into her dream a lesson for every one. A sleek new team mate becomes more than the brain to do this. Hone your personality for a year or more. Stop, she says. Think, she says. Win.
We are learning to banish our regrets. When I put my hand in your hand I know I'm safe. As flakes fall like snowing, see her cope with the trials, the increased need of sleep, as they absorb noise of growing up. Clarifying our intentions: my plan for the weekend, hooking up with her arch enemy. Napoleon believed in a system of merit, faking drinks, building your own systems and workstations a day patient threw all their weapons into the lake. atheists everywhere: white finger; a circumflex; exaptation. There is nothing to see. The object just got bigger and bigger and I thought "bloody hell", it isn't in the shape of a wheel or either memory an occasional cold shower bumps and taps were coming from the other side. Although squirrels can cause fire, this is a cigarette.
In the name of comfort, I salute the mythic west.
the little wooden boy