LifeMatter.

Feb 05, 2006 17:46

Blood spilt from the lips of a madman biting his tongue because the truth makes you feel alive. Hit speed bumps with thumb tacks in the seat.

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Burglars wear attire whose fabric molecular structure is conducive to stealth.

Stealth, the fashion by which I crept into your minds.

Minds, that forget the manifestations of the past in experience.

Experience, that sensation achieved when combined with learning.

Learning, in association with knowing.

I am the lettering in your scriptures.

Scriptures, you read yet disbelieve in silence.

Silence, the crescendoing chorus of voices.

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