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Saturday, November 1st, 2003
| War driven mongers
I will not become you beckening you into outer spheric multitudes. WARing WARing into dust of intellectual properties gone off course to some insomniacs room full of dread and bread and butter. 600 horse power machine walking blindly to the sun of ancient civilizations not caring or daring to see their point of view. Someone somewhere talk to me. Tell me unsung thoughts of unmarried youth devouring history like a flower’s sweet smell at dawn. Come before me. Don’t scare me at night with unknown blasts of misunderstanding. |  |