Sunday, December 4, 2011

day 133

Relying on the
  internet to bring you words
seems awfully lame. 


And it is.


I have dreams of
  publishing
 of handing out my words
  with cups of
confetti
 on the streets of small bustling
    cities. They'll
have walls filled with
laughing
people. The kind of
humans
who
   know how to live. This
   is where I see myself in
a fast forwarded time span.


When paper becomes
  precious.


Just you wait.

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