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To Chain, To Chain
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Apr. 22nd, 2008 | 09:19 pm
location: Ruston, WA, USA, Earth, Milky Way Galaxy
mood: 
frank west
music: Dead Rising
Aye, me! Woe to honesty!
Alas, mine is not a life meant to be lived in such an abysmally shameful way. A life where nothingness perverses my being. A life of apathy and disillusion, on a path to nowhere quick.
Hark!
I hear the bells of death singing in a voice mine own! I take thee to sign as the mark of my time. Good night, sweet sorrow! I thank ye for your honesty. But tonight, I end this life wrought with disinteresting qualities.
To chain, to chain, this stone around my neck… and blow you kisses from the bay.
Alas, mine is not a life meant to be lived in such an abysmally shameful way. A life where nothingness perverses my being. A life of apathy and disillusion, on a path to nowhere quick.
Hark!
I hear the bells of death singing in a voice mine own! I take thee to sign as the mark of my time. Good night, sweet sorrow! I thank ye for your honesty. But tonight, I end this life wrought with disinteresting qualities.
To chain, to chain, this stone around my neck… and blow you kisses from the bay.