Tuesday, July 7, 2009

and the girl walked for miles on end........

surveying.......reflecting......
smiling on the inside as well........
as from her fresh face it appeared so........
and as fortune would have it, the ring of truth was heard throughout the cement jungle.......
and the warriors were dancing and chewing bubble gum to the beat of the shamans drum........

and a leprechaun with wings swam by verrrrrrrry quickly, as if the race were on indeed!!

the race to Antarctica!!!
to the 'chill'......
to 'chillin'.......

and yet......something seemed amiss......
not exactly amiss......just sort of 'precipice ish'......
teetering upon an invisible, symbiotic precipice........
or so i was told!!

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