unlike the edge, temptation berieved the souls of peasents and fornicators. cousins in a death match, waiting on the power-ups and silly string to tie the sarcophagi into twinkling pathways. the pipe offers no isolation to the man who lived alone. visions of the mountain walk with me, as do the voices of those who had inhabited it's vally. inspiration came only in the spring time to those beautiful peaks, and never until the end of breath shall i forget the touch of the thin air on the wetness of my lips in the morning. so many buttons any more... so many buttons and these shaking hands find trouble in their location. gravity has defeated me in so many ways that i have ceased to count. only the ashes are left now, so my journey must carry itself into another place. peace be with you... here in this palace of glass with it's gardens of stone.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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