10,000 ft up the north face of kilamanjaro. this is countdown... we began with the song the loud crazy exhale that became a scream for everyone of us. we began with the rythm of joy and watched it degenerate into something tedious and dead. we began with the song... 10,00 ft up the north face of kilamanjaro vector heading zero zero zero we began with the dreaming. long wandering visions as real as anything we knew, turning to dull superficial sight that was worse than blindess. vector heading zero zero zero countdown mayday may day impact explosions a million fragments burning into the snow. 10,00 ft up the north face of kilamanjaro. impact collision. we crawled from the broken wreckage and realized our trip was over: our plane was gone.Birth sign: Taurus
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