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this is the early morning. everyone is alone. the world is particles loose and floating into the space that lies beyond the 27" plasma screen. and what a mystery that place is.
pray for night all day. pray for day all night.
nothing's ever right the way it is.
busy hustle looking for familiar faces, characters we can condem to our ends - the limits of our understanding. this is accelleration. and that's how are now.
pray for night all day. pray for day all night.
nothing's ever right the way it is.
busy hustle looking for familiar faces, characters we can condem to our ends - the limits of our understanding. this is accelleration. and that's how are now.