Intention, marooned. There's something about small wooden boxes with nothing much between primate inhabitants and the universe. At the ruins I chase mail found in a box by the road, and chase photon messages from far away suns. When to stop chasing and pay attention? Getting stranded is no one but the captain's fault.
Monday, March 22, 2010
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Intention, marooned. There's something about small wooden boxes with nothing much between primate inhabitants and the universe. At the ruins I chase mail found in a box by the road, and chase photon messages from far away suns. When to stop chasing and pay attention? Getting stranded is no one but the captain's fault.
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this is dakota wilson, glad to see our doing well, you probably dont remember me, i am curt wison's step-son, we used to come over when i was a kid and ride your go-cart.salute-dakota
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