الثلاثاء، 21 سبتمبر، 2010

hell.

"what can you meek?"

"You write meek, then you fight it..."

"I told everyone, we're soul..."
Giant bright gold wings, massive...a lambs face, white fluffy with a little beard, a unicorns face, one horn in the middle of my forehead, changing size on whats whats, the prediction, the strange rhymes, the amount of eternal life you have left...

How did the lizards that fell out of my feet? evolve? forget the rats for a moment....they began to walk on their hind-legs...

Someone important to you, left for Heaven...and I made Him a planet, and I gave the planet a name...and I knelt in the garden and sang, and my hair was long, and gold, and I shone...

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