...never mind what the others say, it's only important what the wind whispers...
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| The other day, I went to the museum... |
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| I saw a painting of Hitler being sort of kind...and I pondered... |
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| I loved the floors, the way words sort of flew into the air, how broken pots stuck together in golden glue and that clothes aren't always typically simple... |
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| I sat looking at words flip...it was nice... |
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| There was wrinkled tin foil that reminded me of cola and a man made out of ash that told me that anything is possible... |
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| Then I stumbled upon a majestic horse. It was made out of film reels. I felt like a movie star...I think it neighed... |
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| I got to go to church before meeting some strange looking strangers....and the writings on the wall told me to dream...'ol Buddha agreed... |
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| I met a lonely sailor adrift on a sea of broken chalk...I sort of envied him (also, I was a little creeped out =\) |
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| I discovered that I love how shadows and light play well together in the dark and that the grass is green - no matter where you stand ;) |
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