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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.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Unbeknown

White chics chewing the end of cigarettes,
Lil bong bitches, in ugly faded jeans.

Watching a movie, and thinking you'll change the world?

What do I need?
A blue sky vacation. Can't do those anymore.

Who am I?
40 Business cards in a plastic box.

Can I sing a sad song? Can I turn it around?

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