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Jan 17, 2005 13:17

prism permutations and rhythmic strangulations. climb a pyramid and smell the acid sun. with your purpose and our grace, we should manage to tip-toe on to the top of the world by sunrise. observe all that has broken itself (themselves, really) to find, and found, some resolution.

snow-white gold & your heart's on melancholy. the radio's on heartbeat and the rest is involuntary. in & out with tidal waves of consonance that alternates (alliterates) with consciousness. a consolation faculty for the time weve lost or chosen to forget. forever, always, nevermore, & suddenly were in a water-falling loop. scream out that it's not worth it to you. but know you gotta get this somehow.

this is to sight lost through a tragic metamorphosis.
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