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[robinbloke]

The threads still forming out there you know, woven into one piece. Step back it's a patchwork. Material shining through the
sight. Risen up in harmony of weave and form. Fusion.

Floating down, slave to the breeze
Last legacy of the sunshines glory
Caught in the wind and forgotten
A cycle continued

Tomorrow is a past of promises, a present of possibilities and a future of speculation. Usual blurb. Standard probability and deviation. All calculation. No fresh idas, conceptual start but nothing to work on. Double life. Starting a base idea. Goals. You got to have goals. That's whats needed.

Idea one. Take it and work a moment longer, bring in the cliches and weave it forward.

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[anomaquandry.livejournal.com]

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

[robinbloke.livejournal.com]

All the rainbows are monochrome.