Welcome to day seven

By Loneliness is condescending • July 26, 2006 03:47 UTC

Today of ice and snow met with a head bearing wind screaming whispering softly urging me to flee to stay and hind break the fight free them peace and love sing to them the war and feed them hate

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August 11, 2006 18:24Faith

I like it... the chaos draws me.

October 6, 2006 16:17lost the lonely dead

strange it seems strange to me right now