My place. My nook.
My home away from nowhere.
Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink.
Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
May 8, 2004
time pushes people to do things that should not be done just yet. we are trapped by our intentions to fast-track as time is. we are not bits of seconds. we are beings of the light that swim in darkness. we are not automatons. we are us.
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