Saturday, August 15, 2009
The Captain's Quarters
Hoist the sails, catch the fleeting winds of Carnality. Stave off the anchor, the ocean floor approaching. A captain's wheel, a turn of fate. The rudder, an endless righting of indeterminate Course of requited passion. The seas of indecision have the vessel CRESTING AND FALLING CRESTING AND FALLING...
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