Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Grandpa's a packhorse

"Granpa's a packhorse these days. I saw him, he passed the window with the world in his hair. Glowing silver like the last moments of everything, the last spark of existance imploding and dancing with beautiful kinetic trickery. In that moment he was younger than his first breath, and rightly so, for his fortunes had culminated to all but the one thing he valued most, his youth and the ignorance that came with it...."

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