a timeless reflection deep inside the wires of the eternal moment
Thursday, 27 January 2011
Face it
Creating jobs to clean a dirty mind, the mystic elements are bleeding, straight lines on the holy ground overheated in a economic gamble, little grains of sand too lazy to pick up a can. Hard plastic rainbows in the veins of the ocean, a chemical smile on your face(crook).
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