this is an assault, made in the name of progress

2005-06-08 4:56 p.m.

click your tongue in derogatory assent, a turn of tables carried to the tops of mountians, a symbol of commitments

shattered, the night air here doesn't lead itself to water, drink deep from the summer because the worst is almost over.

drink deep from the summer, and think the worst is almost over.

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