Who doesn't want to live forever, seeing the transformations of history, of idea, of civilization, of music, of art, of technology. I want sound to always be this pulse and words to always be my breath. I want ideas to be these organs and knowledge to be my form. I aver that I won't die. I don't want to ever taste death. Hiding from death here in the marsh.
11/27/09
11/27/09
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