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August 23, 2011
Hitting the buttons...beleagured soul on ice of heat so intangible with unsuitable boundaries conveys the torment to the wind and whips eyes of prescience indecently while the road is paved with good intentions dissing off the road workers who know the means to the end is not a means to getting but a means to a new beginning, which is a puzzling sort of phenomenon in any circumstance...yet, how I feel is how I do...how I do is how I learn to feel my doing, to know the doing will never be done until I am done.