Wednesday, February 25, 2009

No longer am I a romantic man. Seizing the weakest upheaval by remaining lost in abundant glory. There is no match that will set fire to my name. No ridiculing that will perpetuate the utmost respect from my own garden of dismay. Dismantling the soldiers; a quandary meditating. Forbear the last publication. Bronze the defeated. Bronze me.

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