I must leave this place, at once. Here among the shadows of men and the enormous mass of the masses, I must go. This place is too ugly for me and will surely corrupt me and send me back to my old ways. I once had their life, pale platitudes of existance. Covered in a cloak of contentness, utter unhappiness. Sucess measured by the failure of others. Pre-conditioned minds, working like drones, never comtemplating their somber existance. More, more, more is their battle cry. Will it matter when they die? The more they hold, the less they know, how sad it was, they let life go. They let life go to waste, like the mind a child breastfed on T.V. and poisoned by bitter parents. Sharpened mind, sharpened heart, surely both will fall apart. Open heart, open mind, infinite vessels of space and time. So I must go, leave this urban desert. The wild crys of sirens and whores, I will hear no more. Dale J. Conway Feb 16, 2000
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Birth sign: Cancer
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