This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Run to the Battle
We are all magicians / We are all fertile ground / We grow with what we say / We grow with what we are We are who we think / We are nothing like we are / We are everything we believe / We are who we are
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