Friday, December 21, 2007

No time for dreaming. All in the screaming. All falling through. Why did you let her fall? I'm sorry I can't wake up, but it's where I was born. In the land of dreams, the land of wish--where truth is relevant and sorrow is healed.

I am. All. Things. Become. Death. He is not a humanitarian.

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