Month: April 2014
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You never said: do it yourself My blood tissue infested with; I can do it without you virus In my pride: I became a disciple of Frederich Nietzsche Our creed: You are dead You remain dead We have killed you…
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“You have the yeast in you to rise…it doesn’t matter the color of your flour” …
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Tossed into this merciless, windy night’s rhythm Dancing with stale face; this bizarre tune Heads upside down Feet’s out of rhythm Dancing weary weird Tick tock, tick tock Its ten to midnight; On long tower clock Outer space; Reality fading…