Submitted by N. Gallegos on Sat, 02/06/2010 - 10:22.
Perhaps I should have been more explanatory, but those immediate rushes of misguided symbolism don't, at the time, accommodate a thorough summing up. There's just too many spam bots littering things up. I mean, wasn't that why the whole thing got taken down in the first place? To make it less accommodating to that kind of thing?
Somewhere there is someone who has brainwashed your id and sedated your soul with 'why bother with reality' TV. Infecting you with a vast teli-communicatory disease. You think to yourself, but ignore what you say, till the back
of your mind taps you on the shoulder and reminds you that it is there. Moving to and from, commuting like prepackaged meat, watching the windows like bad television programming, as you pass through the guise of living. You have been lulled into the cynical sleep of the universe.
This is your wake up call.
Consider this your wake up call.
Deal with it.
Wake up.
cancer is the name of my new
cancer is the name of my new born baby
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*whispers* Prison.
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Perhaps I should have been more explanatory, but those immediate rushes of misguided symbolism don't, at the time, accommodate a thorough summing up. There's just too many spam bots littering things up. I mean, wasn't that why the whole thing got taken down in the first place? To make it less accommodating to that kind of thing?
Somewhere there is someone
Somewhere there is someone who has brainwashed your id and sedated your soul with 'why bother with reality' TV. Infecting you with a vast teli-communicatory disease. You think to yourself, but ignore what you say, till the back
of your mind taps you on the shoulder and reminds you that it is there. Moving to and from, commuting like prepackaged meat, watching the windows like bad television programming, as you pass through the guise of living. You have been lulled into the cynical sleep of the universe.
This is your wake up call.
Consider this your wake up call.
Deal with it.
Wake up.
yup
i have literary contraction disease myself
Justynn Tyme;
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