2008/09/09

All these humans have nearly lost the plot. In love we can only find our mirror, this time it's all gone, I found you............... I'm split into fractions, all beside you.

All these humans have nearly lost the plot. In love we can only find our mirror, this time it's all gone, I found you............... I'm split into fractions, all beside you.

Touch-less sorrow monologue. Bleeding heart discovery. Where fusion hits the hole.

Playing: Cut (THE CURE) 5:56 take two.
Song available in the notes.

It's all gone. Neverlost. Broken apart this regime of nothing inside superfluous language. My fuck what have I done, what have I made of this? The way that you do!

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