Creeping up the vine, crossing the mind

Swing wildly into trails off into the distance. Wear a voice into the darkness and make subconscious gestures toward the leaves and plants outside the studio apartment offices. Vain attempts to concrete past experiences and elucidate skills make living off previously made funds a continuing adventure into the red and black.

Promise and prospect of a mere four week assignment not enough to win over a cloaked impression. Deconstruction of skills and such falling confidently behind a wall of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of the ill grown, fear of the executable drone.

Calming a lingering hinge of doubt, confirmation that the first point of failure remains in arrivaing late. By any time after seven minutes. At least.

Next.

Soon Van

Wednesday, 14 December 2005 - 05:50

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