You must catch the dream before it's all gone. It's all gone now. Damn it, it was so fresh just a minute ago.
I had a dream of soliders. Of being soliders in an enternal struggle. An ember, and ember what is that? Is that me
Everyline is me burning out another brain-cell.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
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