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In an era where nothing makes sense, where once was peace, there is war, when man's evolution slows to the point of a near-deafening annoyance. It is my job to push forward, to not go with the current, but is it me who asked for this, or am I out of control?
Blue is the color, the oclor or silence, but of lonliness. Color of wisdom, but with none to listen, a single voice in the wind.
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Rantings of the unsound mind
If your reading this, I've either told you to or you've stumbled on it, either way this is a rant journal that may verywell get me kicked off from this website. Sadly, most things need to be said.
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on 1-10-06 at 5:09 PM MST I have achieved greatness...
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