Saturday, March 28, 2009
 | I'll take any and all opinions with just this caveat-don't jump to conclusions about the content. Funhouse The dark void still vast Now suddenly fills with vague familiars, comforting faces with their gleaming razor sharp edges I stumble blindly again and again Offering my veins in exchange for a map back through this funhouse. An exit suggests itself as the jagged lines form, bright against my skin. |
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