Wednesday, October 28, 2009


Amber: Yea!

Ben: Paint a portrait of me and frame it where you like; but you'll find nothing there, nothing between your walls, because there was nothing all along. So paint me and frame me the way you want; but don't think you've captured anything at all; your canvas is blank, blank like my stare, and blank like thoughts split in two.

Morgan: overwelling amount of work to do.

Rachel: Crushed, stomped, and stamped on with tremendous force.

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