miðvikudagur, júní 22, 2005 d

let's eat glass tonight. cut my throat and wait until we get a brand new life. everybody around's just running in a competition for who will suffer more; the chains can't connect, i'd say. the hand that kisses you in the mouth and hugs you from behind is always the same hand that stabs you in the back and laughs at your dying face.

everyone turned away
while wishing me a happy ~~~~~~~~

so let's all go away, forget all that's in front and behind you and go through that door. they say the spiders can't lie as they walk toward the newborn, but the spiders can't walk as they lie.

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there's no light.


and they say people can't see light when they have three eyes.
sorry.

rafael at 7:54 e.h.