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» Thus Spoke the XXXX XXXXX
Take it, fast, whatever it is
Smells like sweat, like blood
Curl up and smile, smile bright - you're tired
Earned it, worked it, worked for it

Lock and load. Here comes the ride.
Got it too hot, don't waste the smoke.
Bite down, roll up, liquid at last.
Push.. Push.. Not long now.

Here comes the ride.
Doesn't cost much.
Life is cheap.
Let go.
» Logorrhoea
The reviewers of Pitchfork are apparantly a horde of bizarre coprophagic clowns. Every day they dig deep into their own feces so that they may chew, regurgitate and spit this cud that they (oh marvel!) choose to enlighten us with.

I will make the conclusion as breve as I possibly can: Making funny shapes out of shit does not, in fact, make shit funny.
» Libitum
Relaxed.
» Early Bird
In the dusk, or the dawn. It's too dark to really tell the difference. And yet, in the darkness engulfing everything, the silhouette showed its purpose clearer than in the brightest sunshine. Even then - or perhaps exactly because of it - the nesting was so easy to recognize... It may not even be spring yet, not nearly the right time.. But I can't blame it. Rather safe than sorry - better to be the early bird than to change your mind too late -- so much too late.

The night and the darkness conceals everything and brings safety to everyone, if only you know how to use it. I hope you do. It is worrying when you are hidden from me, but I hope you are safe. Much safer than I could ever keep you.
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if there ever was a test then I'd be better than the rest
'cause I know better than the most that love will haunt you like a ghost
it's the everlasting feeling of not being who you want to
of not saying what you mean to though you really really want to

there's the ashes of the trees that you've burned down on your way
comes together in a pile they form a mountain in my way
and I know that I must force it to get out of here alive
I try to think of something else I try to keep the spirit high

but it's not love that makes you wiser makes you better or refines you
it's not love that keeps you fit pulls you up and realigns you
it's the battle with yourself and and it's the things that you must go through
to get it right and get it over with and get back in the world

but it's not that I still want you you're not standing in my way
and it's not that I feel lost and feel there's something left to say
it just never really left me that one question in my head
do you ever wish that you could just forget that we have met



You've got Nothing to be Scared of, you have no Reason to Cry
I am not going to Leave you, you are not going to Die
But it's a War that I am Fighting and I'm Not Going to Give In
I Have to Tell the Enemy that She is Never Going to Win



EVERYTHING WAS OKAY THINGS WERE JUST AS THEY SHOULD BE
EVERYTHING HAD REASONS THAT I WAS WAY TOO BLIND TO SEE
EVERYTHING WAS OKAY EVERYONE WAS IN THEIR PLACE
AND EVERYTHING WAS PLANNED AND PLAYED OUT IN A PROPER PACE

NOW IT'S YOUR TURN FOR THE QUESTIONS
ASK ME
ANYTHING YOU LIKE
ASK ME IF I'M OKAY AND IF
I
WILL
BE ALRIGHT
ASK ME HOW IT FEELS TO BE BEATEN AND BE TIED

TO

FINALLY LET GO AND COME OUT ON THE OTHER SIDE

VETO - It's a Test

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