People work. But I think. That's kind of difference. That difference makes me out of this world. You work. But I think like a tree. Dead or alive, it does not matter, just like a tree. Or burn yourself like a candle, just like a candle. Or like two candles...burn yourself like candles...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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