Monday, November 05, 2007
Pan
pan is at work within sleep. his forge of dreams meld the passions to the actions. such furious work causes sweat to break. he stands with a sweet wet face with eyes so deep. works with strong hands as the threat of morning comes to swift. and with works half done i awake. interrupted dreams. severed desires. the world without pan bares such a harsh reality.
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Hey darling,
Do you still intend to make that zine using the writings about bastian and jonas? If so, would you like me to edit it for you?
It's a good text but it has some definite cliches and errors that would be easily fixed up for print.
Email me at my gmail account.
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