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[Saturday, May 23, 2009
11:18] |
Clipside of the pinkeye flight I'm not the percent you think survives I need sanctuary in the pages of this book Gestating with all the other rats Nurse said that my skin will need a graft I am of pockmarked shapes The vermin you need to loathe
The Mars Volta - Son Et Lumiere
This is random verbal spewage. This is a struggle to string together words, hoping they will make sense. This is trying to create something out of nothing. This is not really caring whether or not the something makes sense. This is a late-night, Idon'tfeellikedoingmyhomework mental getaway. This is freedom. This is love. This is passion.
This is art. This is me in all of my ugliness. This is me in all of my beauty.
Enjoy.
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[Friday, May 11, 2007
13:43] |
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