Thursday, April 7, 2011
Why do people step on flowers?
Fear is empty
Desire is empty
Life is a joke
Maybe I am dreaming all this
The world is a nasty place a wonderful place
I have a good life I'm terribly depressed
nothing makes sense
still
after all these years
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