and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.

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Andy
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
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Kee
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LiJie
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Max
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resources: x

recurring



one more inch, one more road.
that would be all we need to go.
this desolate place i cannot stay.
i'm afraid i'll have to leave today.

once more for the camera,
once more for the shot.
once more for the memories,
in that picture wrought.

time is scarce,
of formats and rars.
yet in all the hurry,
i shall not be worried.

instead i shall go,
at my own, slow pace.
even though time is running out,
and i must make haste.

so off i go,
goodbye desolate land.
leaving behind,
my footprints in the sand.




besides.
my rhyming sounds better.

oh well.


back to horo i guess.
after all i have something i am interested in playing now.

maybe it can pull off properly.

just maybe.

oh and i was thinking about the om.
oh well.
i guess it's second nature to me now.

but i just shrug it off.


because i know i'll be better off without it anyway.