01-11-09

Horseshoes, Bocce ball, archery.

Have you ever taken a moment in life, or been given a moment of life, where you realized how entirely close you were to something, but you keep missing the mark? You somehow keep getting entangled in the red of a bullseye, failing to connect with the center? Ringers that inertia makes leaners?

My head hurts from auto-suffocation.








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