With Eyes Unclouded by Hate

When the ink dries, we'll have another bastard's peace.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

So I'm feeling capital in the capital...

Well, not quite. But whatever.

I got people and pictures there for me, poetry in case I want to die.

And a star to fight my wings back up.

Keep on fighting for the free world.

x
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