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like u 11:31 p.m. 2004-07-07 The sounds of hope drift indifferent through our radio and our windows are open. This is the taste of sweet surrender and a dream of tomorrow will save our lives and our sensationalistic existence. These bells ringing from churchtops are the music of existentialism and sing of a desire to tear away our sorrow. And we are the generation dedicated to art and beauty and i don't deserve to grow old and dive into senile disaster. This candle will burn out and my words will linger on in this paper parade. Will smiles still bleed across the page when the author is dead and gone beacause my testament will scream through the night long after... It does no good to pine away after a daylight long since lost and frequent repetition of powerful messages can't be wrong because beauty is eternal and i am not. this will continue back & forth |