Sep 04, 2004 19:24
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Write a word, sing a conversation in body language.
The worms of our youth are eating the corpses of future.
Talk, they say its cheap, so cheap it costs a lifetime of regret.
Words are a catalyst, heat, burning a new life, the phoenix of the mind. Reborn out of a fiery death.
Go fucking boom.
Go fucking boom all the time.
These thoughts, I keep. The rest are worthless.
-=The Asshole=-