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the welding up inside thing, beast and frighting "human" thing. the perfect emotion reflection thing , the only underestimated lust. the one that resides behind your face,warning wet paint, a fresh coat over your frown, a fresh start all over your hands.clearly there is no other thing that brings more terror from within, no other glazed over frozen figure could ever stand so still, but full of movement.
through the glass, this welding up thing, is falling, failing, ebbing inside deep deep away. it fell for a trick and has tumbled to the betrayal. this human thing, this falling angel this weeping statue is no longer still. it crumbles . stone, cracks. wood rots. water dries. and humans die.
 Never Ask Dante · Tue Jul 15, 2008 @ 04:00am · 0 Comments |
