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can you? Seventeen seconds of compressed depression flung from the depths of deathless murder and worn out lessons. Scribbled notes in he margins of history books full of lies. This is half hearted suicide from the towering heights of your ground floor window. This is aimless people searching for a miracle cure that doesn't exist, wandering through crowded streets completely oblivious of one another, thinking that any moment something is going to happen to solve all their problems. Never expecting that the key to their chains is hidden inside them. This is the wretched screams of angry people who have repressed themselves and blame everybody else. The need for a culprit, a goat to scape, a neck to noose and a body to hang. We wouldn't want those pitchforks and flaming torches to go to waste. This is pain undreamed of, the unspoken fears floating between us all, the tortured pieces of ourselves we're all too afraid to let go of, and too blind to see how free we would become. This is negative cashflow, bankruptcy in a community still looking for its soul, the economic downfall written in the eyes of the stupidest merchants. The stock clicker sounds like a heartbeat, faster and faster, lower and lower. This is you needing to realize that you need to make the best of whatever situation you happen to have fallen into because no matter how ugly it gets. This is the only world you've got. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |