Monday, May 19, 2008
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Indolent artistry conforming with naught but oblivion,
Eyes restless from the strain of watching constant dross portrayed as art,
Hands, weary of shaking soulless corpses of lost compassion,
Is it any wonder that the nights seem longer and the summers far shorter when all around is false protection brokered by the man with the money?
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