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perusal 12:58 a.m. 2005-08-27 incomplete and catastrophic you think that you have a reason to live. Possessed by your delusions, grand philosophies conjured from boredom to devour the simplicity of life. And if you can't love them then tell them and stop playing the game. All the lights were out and nothing in the world was as uninviting as your house as I walked towards. Nevermind, we're all breathing and dreaming only to die and you'll be another gravestone and the words mean nothing. No eulogy, no final commemoration. Fuck it all... right? back & forth |