Friday, August 19, 2011

Day 276

What's my name, what's my station oh, just tell me what I should do. I don't need to be kind to the armies of night that would do such injustice to you. Or, bow down and be grateful and say "sure, take all that you see" to the men who move only in dimly lit halls and determine my future for me.
And I don't, I don't know who to believe, I'll get back to you someday
Soon you will see. If I know only one thing it's that everything I see
of the world outside is so inconceivable that often, I barely can speak. ~ Fleet Foxes

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