Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Mozart and Blue Things...

There is a place where people dwell, and dwell on their atrophied muscles and verbal cataracts kissing matter of facts. It don't mean a thing when your subtracting logic from the matter at that. Ribosomes joyriding atop nucleotides, swimming in plain view of the best so... Don't blame me if the golden chalice empties and the nest is unfriendly. If this whole thing is called addressing me, I'd rather sit around listening to Mozart and think about blue things.


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