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Oct. 26th, 2006
The Heart's Beautiful Lie
Oct. 26th, 2006 06:06 pmThe story so far
The Hearts Beautiful Lie sips from a half forgotten Mimosa, with the indolence of a cat, casting It's eye across the panoramic view of the city. Sitting along the rim of a great wheel of windows, contemplating the first shadows of morning to crawl over the rain veiled horizon. The lines of architecture have been erased from the surrounding skyline. Office windows hang like Chinese lanterns lit the dull white of a perpetual flashbulb. Necklaces of copper lamp posts form landing strips that bottle the red brake lights that flow slowly like a march of fireflies down the invisible streets. Outside is a world that seems stuck somewhere between a starless night and a day without a sun. A world that is neither asleep nor awake, but rather a dream that believes itself to be a memory.
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The Hearts Beautiful Lie sips from a half forgotten Mimosa, with the indolence of a cat, casting It's eye across the panoramic view of the city. Sitting along the rim of a great wheel of windows, contemplating the first shadows of morning to crawl over the rain veiled horizon. The lines of architecture have been erased from the surrounding skyline. Office windows hang like Chinese lanterns lit the dull white of a perpetual flashbulb. Necklaces of copper lamp posts form landing strips that bottle the red brake lights that flow slowly like a march of fireflies down the invisible streets. Outside is a world that seems stuck somewhere between a starless night and a day without a sun. A world that is neither asleep nor awake, but rather a dream that believes itself to be a memory.
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