4:24 p.m. - 2007-09-01
Chocking
Spinning, in midnight fight, watch the razors, watch the knives. No place to go, just down, down.
Pounding crucifiction, martyr dead, over and over again, what the hell was his name? Skull bent, pound it once again! How much longer until you beat this horse to death?

Patiently awating the noise to end. More than what we beieved to be in the core. Swallowed in fire, but the sheep permit to let the ashes leave the ground. All quiet proposterous, spinning round and round, sucking up life. Chocking tragedy, saving mystery.