the mystery of art history is oh
and if only you could catch the wind of the muscle in my face
and if only you could catch the wind of the muscle in my face
posted by dude at 12:07 AM
Monday, June 26, 2006
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1 Comments:
like when you see something and it imobilizes you, and you can't breathe, because your body has stopped. like in diary. like the time when i turned a corner and saw stary night. and stood there.
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