A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Circa Survive... listen new songs at PureVolume...
Get pregnant from illness... derive the reason to change into sound experiments... Reach the distance between dreams and nightmares... allures that kill angels... it's so... the becoming.
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Of curse you can... the language is just a game... Nada se compara con la profundidad de una mirada...
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