Broken down in black and white, even the first rock star had to wear her war helmet backwards. The proud American news reporter steps over dead Jewish bodies wearing a nice suit while searching for a fine burger joint. He thought the ashtrays were for his convenience. In waving goodbye to a friend forever, the prose artist is hit by his brainchild the train. In the distance other people are sipping wine with back seat fog, as the poets lie bleeding proving always that their blood has been the sweetest. A taste-tester's logic begins in the baldness of a smile. The wise man will find himself a tambourine in falling water. When the hero's scar becomes just another country road, it is time we write our epitaphs is clay. We've come into play, it's our turn to chisel history. The legacy of a million is honed to so few. The living rise dying so in love with each other, while the idiots in training continue spreading the seed. And grow will those so insane die fast! Soon the beauty leaves in these days no one left standing alone. United by invention, the general public does sleep tonight. Again it shall wake however, deserving every bit it's singular reference.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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