The lonely rantings of a former looser trying to make it through life the best he can. Am I crazy? Maybe a little? Am I bad? I really don't think so. Maybe I'm just me and really that's all that people should expect.
January 06, 2006
A purple turtle on plagman drive, I touch it and it's a shell. I look to the left, and the turtle is walking shell-less back to it's shell still grasped in my hand, I wake up, and I'm alone.
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This is interesting.. from an analytical stand point.. The shell is the idea of something.. the need of somethign.. ahllow and un realized.. and when you look to the left.. the side we make things up on.. you see the core of that need or wish coming to you.. Kinda cool really. And Purple is the color of imagination.
1 comment:
This is interesting.. from an analytical stand point.. The shell is the idea of something.. the need of somethign.. ahllow and un realized.. and when you look to the left.. the side we make things up on.. you see the core of that need or wish coming to you.. Kinda cool really. And Purple is the color of imagination.
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