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I SEARCHED THE INTERNET FOR THE TRUTH AND I FOUND THIS AND WEEPED OPENLY FOR IT IS LIKE A CHILD, EATING GRAVY. IN THE RAIN:
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the time of darkness comes. vision has became dim.
Do not look FURTHER. The passenger is not in the _car_. The car is
not in the _lane_. The lane is not in the *light*. The light has
left. Gone, gone. Do o'clock has come and gone.
Silence swirling in his head. Frenzy looks across the bed. Sleeping
quiet, she's inno-cent. But for her crimes he must repent!
By association we despise. By faith departed we terrorize. Nothing
will stop us now from knowing. Glowing, death, closing, west.
I SMELL HIS SCREAMS, I TASTE HER DREAMS.
THE RESTLESS IN HER WAKE - forgiveness she can not take. See MOTION
inside her head! Knowing of the complications where dare she _tread_.
We are all and we are none. Can you SEE? Can you _SEE_ what time
will SAY TO YOU?
YOU CAN NOT SEE WHAT YOU DID NOT CREATE
YOU CAN NOT F--K WHAT YOU CONTEMPLATE.
Down here in the ditch with the rain, I _HOWL_!
T H E R E
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B L E E D I N G
O F
E X I S T E N C E
S P L A Y I N G
W A S T E S
from the hedge, DARKNESS! OUT OF THE PHONE SHE RANG.
the cliff face weeps openly as the clouds eat us one breath at a time
got a gun nun gun gun a nun-a-gun-a-gun-a-nun-nun gonna gun with a nun, gonna have some fun, gonna go on the run with a nun and a gun. gonna have some fun. son. with a nun and a gun.
"Farewell! I leave you, and in you the last of human kind whom these eyes will ever behold. Farewell, weretable and the undead chairs! If thou wert yet alive, and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction. But it was not so; thou didst seek my extinction that I might not cause greater wretchedness; and if yet, in some mode unknown to me, thou hast not ceased to think and feel, thou wouldst not desire against me a vengeance greater than that which I feel. Blasted as thou wert, my agony was still superior to thine; for the bitter sting of remorse will not cease to rankle in my wounds until death shall close them for ever.