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the last sunset

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

By that, I mean, GET THE FUCK OFF.

Person A smiles at Person B. Person B flashes the fake smile with everybody's name on it. It's that, THAT, again. They're a little overrated, at least recently. Before, they were great, in almost every sense thinkable, and will actually make the future of ear repair something worth the while. But now, they're photogenic. Yes, photogenic, win. Perhaps, one's perception of faulty genes is my understanding of what is and what is not. We all say things that we are, or what we are supposedly, or what we are in terms of 'fantasy'. And to me, to talk about such things is a little insane, okay, maybe a whole chunk of insane and maybe conceited love. It's you're turn now. Show me what the hell you've got.

No, I'm not asking for it. I'm asking for you.

smiled at the sun again @ 10:32 PM,




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