04: 55pm

! why, why!
fantasies of futures falling
calling
MOVE!
wallowing in pointless pitying
reaching, hoping, dreaming,
- Never leaving! !
Up with this carcass!
Out with this energy!
Can mountains conquor? !
Point the course, and! run!
Stretch that purple mush
Go.
Do.

Why........Why........

04: 56PM

by Andrew Sutcliffe

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I'm pooped, after reading this...and i work-out 4 times a week! lol....Nice piece of penning, Andrew.Intriguingly inventive... ~ FjR ~ ..2008..