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