April 02, 2008
How This Human Works
March 01, 2008
Eyes On New Horizons

Future Folk, I have my eyes on you. It is no doubt that someday I will join you, be cradled in your arms, hair stroked, sung to sleep. Why can you not apply the knowledge you have accumulated there in the future to ease my troubled mind in this present? Why did you not warn me that this would happen, this malaise? Future Folk, send me a sign. I need your guidance. I need to grasp your power. I do not want to remain here in this now, nursing the most brokenest heart ever, dude. Sweep me away, hold me close, hold my hand. Drizzle quartz crystals on my weary mind.
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