Monday, December 6, 2010

Grease Poured Down Sink

Random I Am - Of Dice and Boards. Hypodermic

"Every morning, it's a new surprise
Do not know who I am before I roll the states ..."

Millencolin Random I Am "

few days (day) ago I wrote a letter to a dear friend. Yes, I agree, was an e-mail, but he had the scent and the length of a letter penned in ink-stained hands and thoughts of the night so much as confused as insomnia and deep introspection. Among other things, I tossed a sentence resulted in nearly his own free will, which summarizes the Lingering feeling that accompanied me during this period. "I'm afraid to go back on the board rather than roll the dice and continue." Trite metaphor, perhaps, but effective in many ways. The caroamicotiscrivo it to me rightly re-launched, I have it in mind and why I do my best to get him, then die. Me just here, not complacency, but because sometimes it really good to remember their own direction.

Allie



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