nightlife knife

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By Alexander Chavez •

the seed of blood, tickling my represenitive puipils of adornment.... she sez sex defines men, if that's true money represents all of the shallow you.... whether hot or cold we're all hungry for attention, love it or hate it, it roams freely in your organs. take yourself there... where ever there might be, coz time will saw off you're legs to the promiseland... convey confusion.....

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October 3, 2005 04:21Austin Hoehn

I like this poem very much, I believe that it is true. There is nothing you can do about it for it is a natural process. You can't stop it you can only TRY to fight it.

October 19, 2005 23:51Alexander Chavez

thx... it's nice to know an individual appriciates my work.