

Death is not an illnessSlowly treading the unrelenting earth, among the thorns and expired roses in the churchyard, I noted a raven, black plumes ruffled, staring fixedly at me as if to deal the final blow to a sickly heart. A word to the creature and it would have been nevermore, but I chose to continue along my path, considering it a waste of precious strength to even bother with the animal.Death is not an illness
The skeletons of trees surrounded me, each bare limb pointing and shaking with laughter. Brown leaves, long concluded and tipped with the common seasonal frost, crunched loudly beneath my unprotected toes. The


Speak no...Welcome home the problem solver, I've got complaints to file Where are you when I need you most? Give me your ears, my childSpeak no...
I had a bad day, Don't care about yours Here was my problem, Be sure to keep score
Attempts to help will be futile Just give a comforting smile You'll always be the middle man, Give me your ears, my child
Meaningless nothings, I will interrupt I am the subject, And life is corrupt
For all I ask is ignorance,
Thoughtlessness, denial Your mind is of no benefit I'll take those ears,
Infestation
Thought I should let you know what my new DA page is.
[link]
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Elizabeth.
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You are not your job.
-Tom
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Punk is not dead it just deserves to die when it becomes another stale cartoon.
~Dead Kennedys
hassioszerep@hotmail.com
Im from Mexico City.... where are you from? well
see You soon!!
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but the blue is still blue my love and i believe we are the same.
And you're going to be in them.
So come back from wherever you are.
-Katherine
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i remember the days when i would reach for anything
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