Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Raw materials,precious extractions in Death's crucible.Vicious descriptives and temporal references terrorize my sleep.Plodding along like I had more time. Like Adam & Eve expulsion is eminent. Wishing on stars that are as far away as the likelihood that those wishes will be granted. Are dogs barking or is someone at the door? Are you really dieing or just faking on the floor?
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