Friday, July 22, 2005

Site seeing promenades. Top of the mountain. The glass door means nothing. The glass door. He is transparently. Through a separate door. One foot in the grave, foot fetish accolades. He. Will not. Scream. Fragment of information. Disease covered in grime. The song. All gone. Make you feel the way I feel. The things that happened. They never happened. It just. Happens. When nothing. He rots. The ground.

Imprison insanity.

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