Saturday, June 7, 2008

fight club

You don’t understand any of it, and then you just die.
This isn’t about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership.
Anything your ever proud of will be thrown away.
It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
On a long enough time line the survival rate of everyone will drop to zero.
Faker
Faker
Faker
Mine was a penguin.
Everything is so far away; A copy of a copy of a copy.
This was freedom.
Loosing all hope was freedom.
Look up into the stars and you’re gone.
Resurrected
You big tourist.
Switch.




today the wagon train is going to pass threw downtown.
i do not want to sit here anymore, but at least i have fight club.

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