In a nutshell I shriek under a glistening moon; those breath-taking views herd my inner being. With heckling applause the actors take their hallowed bows; but they sit with pungent vows- indeed speaking out of both ends. Simply words that bring my pieces together, one direct blast to my mainframe and the nerve endings go haywire.
I can't take credit for view on life.
Stressed Out
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
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