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Friday, June 4, 2010

creatures of pure id

creatures of pure id
on the road to disturbed braindeath
their mania only fueled by promises of empty pleasure
debauchery is all that makes sense
they live within us and scream in our moments of boredom,
they try to hide in our moments of pride

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