Tuesday, February 10, 2009

pass it on

the infinite rhythm of luck tumbles on like so many cattle in the gates, waiting to erupt in a silent peace with panic in the eyes, i would like to diminish my role in the creation however this would allow for easy forgiveness of sins and the haunting past would mean nothing but blurry blear, cheap ramblings to be made up to suit one's fancy.............

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