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Date Posted: 06:40:32 09/05/02 Thu
Author: mayhem
Subject: untitled

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXi can't think of much right now. endlessly falling away from the ground. with nowhere to go and nothing to see, my senses are full of incapability. the wall was brought down by excessive force. the terror department starts the mind wars. rambling and rambling and rambling on, lost in the stars. winding up in the parallel spot. drink your pain, let it fade. the comet of fists comes crashing down on XXX face. the pain brought back, the call for help with absolutely not a fucking thing there is to do. shit, i don't know. this just all makes sense. computerized definitions of a far off bitch in the car. the back seat tto far left alone or not so scared. the quality deepens like the ocean floor, slanting phrases that might not be anymore. Rise. rise up against corporate freedom. fighting stances are not so much that decent, in my kingdom. the sleeping tyrant the fallen amoeba, just like the reference to put times of trips. run far away it doesn't matter. back to reality, back to the front. drop here now lay on the ground. just like before i left her room gone away around the fucking house, lost. i don't do this, publicational activity coming out the dock in the back of your mind, while the war ravaged on. feel the tremble. let it sink beneath your skin, stitch it up one last time. like a cancerous tumor getting larger and more deadly. i can't see. let me go down to the room, darkened by hate or just the blade slipping in. none of this even has to make sense, even if it did the trees would die. nothing can thrive. Rise.
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this was just something i wrote the other day in skool, it kind of doesn't flow but, it's alright.

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