or should I change Tomorrow... a beating hoof of the horse on the distant horizon. Its destination is you. Its on a treadmill forever incapable of reaching us, but always able to blow the dusts for us to taste. We can't control tomorrow as much as we can't control our lives. Living is an involuntary reaction to being born. 020726
girl_jane I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground...

...I hope the sun's out in New York.
phil today 020729
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