Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Classic Strain

The classic strain,
An ambiguous thought
Crosses my mind the way
A boat crosses a rampant river.
Slick with ideas, I dissolve
Imperceptible moments,
Lusting for happy.

January 19, 2007
Suge


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