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Stability is an illusion given to the human race as comfort for the inevitable end. We learn through trial and error. [hope, love, loss, repeat] Upholding our legacy for the newer, more incandescent generations. Passing on our recycled bullshit, our mass haven of filth. I fall into a small category of people who stay hidden in the shadows of those who walk before them. Watching the viscera of time be scattered onto the faces of billions. Being aware of who is around them but stopped caring as much as they used to. My mind is filled with hazy, grass, mazes that all rejoin at the root of my current cognition. Tapping into something deeper that cannot be explained. At least not by the words escaping from my lips. I'm called Echelon because I remind themselves who they are. Sometimes that is the greatest thing that can be done.

"Who are you to judge the life I live? I know I'm not perfect - And i dont live to be, but before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean."

- [[Bob Marley]]

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E n d o p l a s m i c SEX

Report | 02/24/2008 6:07 pm

E n d o p l a s m i c SEX

Owned me???
Bahaha.

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I wanna know is there anyone on the floor
Who can suck me like a whore
Who can make me scream for more on and on