Like Iron Gears
Originally Uploaded here by antimethod
For now, this will do. Thing after thing, in brutal succession, causing me to oft seek sleep when the digits will count two instead of one. Otherwise, a handful of things are in the air, like an airborne loosely packed ball of snow. I'm not even sure I'm trying to catch any of them, more merely watching where they land. A good enough life, for now, even if I know it won't be for long.
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