Metal monster spiting death in to the air We are nasty human driving it to death. Hot burning sun waiting to cook you and I. You wrote a contract with chemicals in a concrete river for it to navigate in. this is your only home big shallow mind no place to go. We multiply like rabbits in the ignorant gray jungle living next to the atomic bomb.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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