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Live your lives while dying away,
Smelling rancid of decay and little wicked white lies,
like machetes to the mind.
We live detached in snow and brain static -- miracles of our time.

Earth's reality is rank and humid as hell, but
The sweet smell of sunshine i remember ... sometimes.
When mercury waves and metallic rays danced and wound
Around like cyclones centered on our spines.

And Light came like ripples to our shore,
But the nightmare we all knew as You echoed back again.
Camoflauged in words and eyes of friends just like foes,
Screaming and seething in a blood-fisted frenzy, ripping flesh from bone.

Incessant clawing and gnawing at mental limbs by creatures
We hoped to escape from on the endless ascent down.

But our lovers call and climb into mind, like rays from mundane sunsets, and
Glimmers of light in our enemies' eyes.
Discovering that they are the evil who keeps us cold in these demonic depths,
Where we flicker fast and eternally drown, in the fury of satan's bowels.

It is now 5:13 AM Eastern Standard Time 8 December 2002.
You have been online for 39 minutes.

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asbysm flush.
an empty space with everything in it. Everything you cannot see until you close your eyes. The thing you run from to run to. The center of your self as the middle of nowhere. You and I are nowhere, everywhere, and anywhere all at this very moment. We are the lost children of today and tomorrow. "We are the beginning, we are the end."