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February 08, 2005 Like two popsicles in a freezer... foggy clouds surrounding them... they sat side by side in the same car as the world around them continued its clitter clatter…life went on…thrived…outside. The whizzing and honking of cars the only verification of the existence of life…inside... the calmness and serenity endowed to graves. A couple of more minutes and it would be exactly half an hour since the last attempt was made to break the silence. The crackling of the nerves sending messeges back and forth was unmistakable just as there was surity that resolutions and decisions were being made in secret. Too old and stubborn to change…too tired and exhausted to rectify the cause and effects. An assumed contest to hold out the voices for as long as possible. Two artists laboring on the same work of art....but with different objectives. (1:35 AM) ~`~
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