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Sunday, July 09, 2006

just leave me your stardust to remember you by.
Some people flit and flutter. They lightly touch on others lives in a fly-by manner. They are beautiful to behold and a pleasure to listen to. In the moment they become the moment and this floats them higher.

Social Butterfly.

Get out the formaldehyde, pins, and magnifying glass, add them to my collection. They look so pretty, when they dont move.

Dusty wings. Frozen beauty.

They begin life so dull. Caterpillar. Insect. Laying dorment caccooned by their own self loathing. Until one day they burst out screamingandshouting while cliche' airkissing. In red.blue.andyellow.

Their minute of limelight quickly fades. They lay broken winged. Once a star, now all thats left is a chalky, faded reminder. Dull. Reminiscent of their true hidden self.

Appreciated by many. But adored by few, the obsessive butterfly collectors; yellow waxy anorack wearers of society.

spinning: boats & birds by gregory and the hawk.




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