April 7, 2009

Pinholes

Running around and all over at 65 em p ayche with nothing but wind and a white box at our back. Our ceiling is bright blue but always with the potential of black. Someone pokes pinholes. Just let’s enough light shine through. If we run fast enough do you think we will catch it? Let’s have it before they stop - that’s where we belong - we are pinholes.

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