Lesson one: involves a slice of rye and a hand grenade. A
reminder to what we once were, a mere glimpse as to all that
we will become. Black preceding black. A hint of life (of
nothingness) sporadically appears though, as if fate is having
fun with us. Vertical incisions require more imagination. Lies
are not lies when you`re fooling yourself. Lesson two: and the
maturity factor. White lined trophies and black book
romances just prove walking before crawling. It`s pretty hard
to keep that tan through the cracks in the walls and it`s quite
sad to know that you`re condemned to long sleeves and food
stamps because when he was trying to save you from this
place, you were alright. This is the universal. Lesson three:
I`m still screaming.
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