We woke up
from the disaster
that our friends laid before us
We found out
that the future was decided
by the choises we made
and not by the decisions
that people
dressed in green
made by the influence
of the circumciced illwilled
wildeyed clowns whatever...
I love waking up.
And the truth is her.
And the meaning of it all,
the substance of reality,
and i´m sickening you
is her.
onsdag 12 maj 2010
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