Listerine-bleached letters lie lethargic, lonely, LED-lit.
Logic lies.
Listen.
Lords & ladies lift lurid lenses, look.
"Let loose! Learn! Lavish lovely ladies!
Laugh.
Love.
Live."
February 05, 2007
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There is a place we walk, when we are alone and silence surrounds us. It is a muddy place, a thorny place, a place of untapped talents and achievements long passed. The moon might hang low above you in this place, taunting you to reach for it, reach... and yet it stays, always, just beyond our reach. And the true sorrow is that if you but kneel, and feel the earth, the fog will clear and you will find your treasure. Welcome to the Uncut Stone.
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