taotree

taotree

2012-04-22T23:08:46

Monday

All through Sunday night. We expel our might. To be drawn and commuting. Into a Monday dawnscape. The trial we accept. Put down to us by the rich, lobbying lads club. It makes us flutter a little.

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taotree

2012-04-10T08:43:48

Everything You Want

You've got everything you want But you look so unhappy You don't seem to have everything you need But would that make you happy.

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taotree

2012-04-06T00:41:37

Artifacts

Artifacts litter my consciousness. I travel incoherently amongst them. Brushing against their imperfections. I return my gaze to a prominent point. From here I can see a past.

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