We're all just following the light of long dead stars.
It's the acid rain sent from above
and it's the joy and pain you'll grow to love
It's a new day, a grey one at that with no sun to follow. Filled with dramatic portent and people groaning with sleep or gnashing with orgasm. Still it's a beginning nonetheless.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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