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intsall...
syntex set...
run SETUP.EXE...





break right


turn left

breathe






swing once...duck back







breathe









i stepped into a dream once...

analog space continued into real time streaming before time pendulum swung twice and space


vices lost three at a time



i want to blink...


but the program wont let me





walls of numbers

like the glass ones of reality





where everyone is bedazzled by faceted stones






strange broken...slick


ingenious in fact




slave out the one who has nothing upstairs because he'll do it anyway






break the faith




breathe







two guns

-B.A.C. LEVEL POINT TWO SEVEN NINE-




breathe





one ton of info...and you have no where



to go




break me






if i knew how to beg i might start on my knees
but i'm breaking my teeth on these fuckin walls of naked glass



torturing myself with thoughts





breathe





they told me to go get my ass kicked




when i blinked there were two men on the ground




i'm bleeding





breathe




turn out the lights






break silence and pray for me






i'm the mark not the gunner









just remember






you can't kill what you can't see







-contact lost-



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On Monday March 6th, 2006, evolve (2294) writes:
This is fucking pumped..like running fast into a brick wall.. over and over again. Your words always catch me off guard and stumbling, by intensity alone..you think I'd be somewhat less bewildered by now, but it's quite the contrary..


On Monday March 6th, 2006, evolve (2294) writes:
Each time, it's more real because, in indulging your works, it's like re-opening the scab/gnawing on an old wound..those kind of cuts only words can have made..and I guess I ignore it most of the time..but things like this.. make it throb.


On Monday March 6th, 2006, evolve (2294) writes:
I admire you.. for so many reasons.. but the burning power in this..its blatancy.. it overwhelms me.. and near brings me to tears..because words like this fuel something in me. .."just remember/you can't kill what you see".. fucking dammit, Alex.


On Monday March 6th, 2006, evolve (2294) writes:
In all that babble, I think what I was trying to say was.. you made lost and found not only relative, but synonymous.. and I thank you for that..because too many hide.


On Sunday March 5th, 2006, TwilightMelodies (1066) writes:
Woah...this definately threw me through a loop of venomous words and angry visions. The imagery you've conveyed here fits perfectly with your title...this is wonderful. *Evangel*



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