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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Thursday, March 17, 2005

Time to hesitate is through,
No time to wallow in the mire.
Try now we can only lose
And our love becomes a funeral pyre.
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I took this snap in a dark hotel room, on a Saturday night. A burning match stick marking time in an ashtray.

One of those evenings when I was giving sermons to my head...

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