The apocalypse is at hand! Come fall alive will mean nothing and slave will be everything. Drive! Drive! Drive! Again nothing comes from shouts in the dark. The still creeps and crawls and falls and dies and withers and falters and I falter. Wobble, wobble, legs quiver under the ill-strength of uncertainty. For sure the world will stop turning and the sun will burn red in the day side and the night will freeze to the very bones. Oh sweet anarchy! Oh sweet sounds of screams of terror! Take me away with you, I beg to start anew! The life of mine which has fallen so desperatley out of synchronization with the lives of those around me, come back and rekindle this flame! The sincerty of the words trickling from the tounge of the one I love like rain on leaves of oak trees dance on my eyelids and the sauntering children leap into the puddles gasping at the headlights. Frolic mad frolic damned bunny rabbits in the rain! and forever keep your youth withheld in the palm of your hand, hidden from the face of Time and her ill-temper. And death, the certain end of all things, death, renewal, birth, new, old, faceless to the hands of Time. Her sweet breath beating against my shoulder, caution, ever so cautious to break my back in two. The world, the sun, and the moon, her ever caressing glow of white. Into my retinas burn her sweet lulluby.

whoa!
so many big words!! My head hurts.. Haha. It's all good. I think... heh. Hi. OK, now i'm sayin` bye!!
» Sha_Sha on 2004-07-13 09:05:58

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