Mitt
wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. He hears voices,
he's terrified, they are coming for him...who are they...the 47% that's
who.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
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I am dancing in the midst of the lines, leaping throughout the crescendos. I am right there lost in the verse of a song, wading in the percussion, reveling in the staccato and falsetto. Can you see me there; it's the place I feel most at peace. Hanging on the strings of a love song and drowning in its lyrics. Can you see me, I am right there lost in the verse of a song.
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