Or some of them.
I let the others fall
like over-ripe fruit.
And I stood and I spoke
words of burning--
words of molten gold
which struck those around me
and turned them into ornaments:
without life,
but with purpose.
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Awesome.
Also, have you heard My Morning Jacket's "Circuital"? I just heard it in FYE and I liked what I heard so I bought it.
No I have not. I used to love that band though. I'll check it out.
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