MOLOTOV v0
forcible text destruction engine
principia.txt    BUDDAH.txt    inutrek.txt    target2.txt    molotov.phps    error_log    index2.php    answers.txt    questions.txt    pforum.txt    GPOST.TXT    target-apr14.txt    anarchy.txt    list.txt    target.txt    kclyric.txt    quoties.txt    roleplay01.txt    func.php    target3.txt    index.php    book1.txt    creepy.txt    chatr.txt   
The pattern juggler lifts his hand; the orchestra begin. As i am. Back to top sleepless in the dream i fall into the sleepless sea with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the sun on the outside looking inside what do i see much confusion, disillusion all around me. But dont. Bury me moonchild including the dream of an open highway. On soft grey mornings widows cry, the seeds of time were sown, and rots my upholstry.

Once i was worshipped, polished magnificently, now i lay in decay by the sun on the wind does not hear the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind the wind said the straight man to the wind of a river lonely moonchild dreaming in the dream i fall into the sleepless sea with a swell of panic and pain my veins are aching for the court of the crimson king. One, one too many schizophrenic tendencies keeps it complicated keeps it complicated keeps it complicated keeps it complicated keeps it agggravated and full of this hopelessness what a perfect pair.

Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart here comes right now. Wouldnt matter to a man with an open heart. Here comes right now. Not a model man look at the symptoms look at the seams. Upon the instruments of death the sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart with nightmares and with dreams, will no one lay the laurel wreath as silence drowns the screams.