reiteration of the landscape

the cowboy is the shadow cast on the horizon. the hand is weak, oh so weak. yet another painting, yet another night. the land is cruel, it will take your life: an eternal rewind of time. what you said, what she said. it's just the conformity of landscape that brings me down, she sighed. i wish i was a flux of some kind that would break its marble lethargy. you are hostile and fragile like a crystal palace. drums in the background. you have to live through all this once again ---- it understands your inner evil and repeats it. -----the beauty of being a nomad without a landscape. --------ich bin unschuldig.

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