Eggshell Minds
The Unconsciencely Conceived Conceivables Of A Grey Pulp In A Psychedelic Prison.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Wretchedness
No more hope shines on the horizon...
No more faith that drops...
Nothing but wretchness as it hops hops hops...
Through time.
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