Thursday, June 1, 2006

mechanical machines, the dawn is rising in a few hours time and i've still got nothing to say. why are there lights in heaven, where are there lights strobing across your face as your traverse the vast desert of yesterday. if i could be clawing away at the dirt, maybe you could help me look for something? and there's something tragic in the way chords progress, a large looming doom that consumes us all. don't despair, find the right words to say, don't despair anymore. i love you. despair is for the unloved.

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