Whatever double entendres
remained in my thoughts (surpassing whichever cathartic realizations I was meant to have on metaphorical peaks) were soon eclipsed by the melodic shuffling through of Stith and Sufjan philosophies. More can be said about the oxymoronic act of "empty" sex in dirty hotel rooms than can be said of climbing up mountains, climbing down. Existing as a dichotomy: ledgers of achievement and failures, which is the better measure of self-worth? I tried to balance books.
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Kevin mutterback
8/2/2013 07:30:39 am
My favorite so far but I'm not done.
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