Thursday, April 22, 2010

Blinded. By. The. Light. Running, in the night...

What.
How.
Why.

What are we doing. How did we get here. Why are we still Here?

I hate this place.
I've said before, it's nowhere. It's nowhere, nonsense, silly. It's lost.
But I'm still here.
Still Here.

Should I be happy? Smile, get away?
Should I be faking something?

Anything.
Everything?

Lateral.
Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch.


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