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Aesthetic Perishing of Conceptions Into Obsolete

A Spit of Mindful of Thoughts Conceived Through the Melancholy of Alienism

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Voluntary Suicide

Giving up what you are for the sake of being someone..
Cutting your wrists just to see it bleed and fill the jars so you can make money with the paint investments...
Calling all hands to deliverance..
We shot a bullet to our head just for the smell, and now we wave our hands in despair..
Please, laugh at us!
at 11:44 PM

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