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10-22-2008, 11:51 PM
If it can't work itself out in all the mindless twiddle twaddle of life, then it was doomed from the start. :\
And, yes. I said twiddle twaddle.
The color of the sala flower reveals the truth that is... To flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure.
Heaven or Hell, Let's Rock!
Like a passing dream on a night in Spring. The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
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