I have no choice but to believe in God. I hate this. But I'm use to it. Never had trust like the Nine. Cryptic, cypher, hypnotic, highly erotic, esoteric crushed bones of future tension like a mouse trap.
Perception of a mind like one. Mouse trap that is.
Whatever, never, not very clever, ties I sever at the wrist, the mouth, and the legs.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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