I don't think well when the revolution drowns out dissent and causes velcro like scars in my eyes

Feb 18, 2005 02:03

Forever and a day the wake continues, grows and functions. Arms aflame and sometimes when your pantleg wraps around the throat of unconvincing batters. A contingent beast on unyielding steel platforms, screaming for release, yet somehow it breaks free only when it understands that freedom is death and the recreation in it fuels a phoenix like rise ( Read more... )

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sheisout February 18 2005, 15:01:57 UTC
we'll hang out asap. call me back bitches!
<3

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brokenxsilences February 20 2005, 05:53:12 UTC
I like this.

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