The true way goes over a rope which is not stretched at any height but just above the ground. It seems more designed to make people stumble than to be walked upon. --F. Kafka--
Swimming in White Dust
January 18, 2006Looks at this blank space
Gives me the highs and the blow
In your hands slither.
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My poetic taorist freind, nice.
Posted by coop at January 19, 2006, 11:35 amand the comuter asks.are you man or machine………..machine she says…………………………………..
Anthropology says hello.