Feb 21, '09

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!!!!!!!!!!!

@*(&*(!!!

Look to the sky. All black. All clear. Except for the one star. The one little star that has to mess up everything. One little spot that makes it no longer pure, no longer spotless. One little piece of XXXX.

"i've
become so numb
i can't feel you there
become so tired
so much more aware
i'm becoming this
all i want to do
is be more like me
and be less like you"

Unbelievable.

The apple was told about a bomb threat. The apple knows that the orange should be informed as the orange will be in near vicinity of this said bomb. The apple knows that the orange could only possibly hear this message from the apple. But the orange hasn't really been listening to the apple. The apple also doesn't really care if the orange is splattered into six million pieces. What will the apple do?

The orchestra is playing your song. Movement by movement, piece by piece, the song unravels your story. Slides and slides of memories. even the smell is coming back.

and.that's.when.you.stop.