Chasing the lie, tracing our scars, moaning for help. Every day we feel further away from ourselves, the concrete is wet we feel too comfortable, our responses are limited to reactions, and everything dies its little death everyday. So with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas, I set out to write a sermon for loss, hands caught on the door and my face on the floor, I'll write one for you.


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    General Commentchasing a lie tracing our scars, moaning for help, to be helped and everyday we feel further away from ourselves, the concrete is wet i feel too comforatble. my responses are limited to reactions, and everything dies its little deaths everyday. so with my head up my ass and my foot on the gas, i set out to write a synonym for loss, hands caught in the door and my face on the floor, i'll write one for you.
    workerbeeon February 05, 2005   Link

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