Monday Jan 08, 2007

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This city has lost a certain hold inside
It feels so worn being chained here to this life
I've been around and seen one hundred scenes
Where those who dare to tread the wheel
One day find out what's behind that hill
Spend half a life deciding what went wrong
Trying to find out what took you so long
Until you feel it's all part of some crazy scheme
It conjures in you memories 'til
You discover what's behind the hill
You picked me up and we went for a drive
Into the stained glass cavern of the night
You turn to say, your eyes fixed on the rows,
"Take me from this place I know -
The ruined landscape that I once called home."

I don't know what in this world is trying to save me,
But I can feel its hand and it's guiding me in sign
From lives I've tried to lead
To the one that I received
Each painted sign along the road
Will melt away in source tags & in code
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darksphere:
Yeah, but there's a different feel to the dirty dingy streets. Nobody's cashing in their bread & butter tokens. Instead, they're eating their panini's and sippin their non-fat-mocho-whatever-the-fuck. I guess everyone's better off these days which is only a good thing but something special died along with that 800 year depression we had up until '94.
I think every countries immigration system is a piece of shit. Bureaucracy at its finest.
jp:
Salutations and shit Back from FL. There was some drama, shock.. anyway all is well though. How goes it with you?

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