Sunday, December 18, 2005

Out of onions?? 

How can we be out of onions? Guess I gotta head to the store.

Out in to infinity, the plateua rambles on;
The peaks and valleys recede into
the background.

Plod follows plod across the desolate plain;
Muscles atrophy from disuse, the brain
shunts work.

Off in the distance, sky-rending peaks loom;
Salvations lays therein, unless they
be mirages.

Plunk down, my good friend. Rest back on
your laurels, close your eyes for a
brief moment...

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Name: Corey
Location: Portland, Oregon, United States

I'm on a journey with no destination. The path is constantly changing direction but there are always adventures to be had. "Never" and "always" have left my lexicon.

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