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Bastard 10:58 p.m. 2005-04-23 A gift granted through excess and the cruelty of the time that set us apart. Apathy burning holes in the pictures containing evidence of the existence of you and I. A cigarette burn lighting the night as you cut that city with rage and grace. And you mean nothing. You have spent the system and you have ruined the dream with fragility and grace. Reverb and an echo of the past in your dissolution and your catastrophe. A brand new religion to live by. And its comforting really to erase every part of you stop pitying me you fuck. back & forth |