Day of the Dead has split my brain onto opposite tracks after Dia de los Muertos and after when the year too dies, must the youngest open the oldest hills, through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. Is the bit of my brain full of song lyrics and epic fantasy poetry the part I was supposed to use for algebra?
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Date: 2007-09-14 10:47 pm (UTC)Day of the Dead has split my brain onto opposite tracks after Dia de los Muertos and after when the year too dies, must the youngest open the oldest hills, through the door of the birds, where the breeze breaks. Is the bit of my brain full of song lyrics and epic fantasy poetry the part I was supposed to use for algebra?