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*VIVA VOCE.
05.05.03 @ 8:35 pm it's getting increasingly difficult to disects reality from these days. my blinded eyes see more than what lies ahead and then i'm back again to skipping pebbles beneath my feet. dirt roads lead to cliffs that we'll one day drive the fuck off of and perfection is only a figment of your imagination [i know for i've foreseen what is and what never shall be and baby you don't look half as good in real life as you do on the big screen]. it's the mile wide separation between love and freedom and the vines from your crucifiction of myself chain me to present day 2k3. smile pretty at all the paparazzi lining this carpet and pray to lucifer himself that you don't trip or better yet shoot up the place. they know all of your fears so just keep shining those pearly whites and hope the camera can't zoom in on those pretty scars up and down your wrists and heart. dead eyes shine upon the fallacy of this artificial stardom and dead lips frown upon the moon's rough skin [because these fingers can't handle another imperfection, you know.] it's not even the setting sun that gets to me anymore, just the fine line between reality and what i hold in the palm of my dreams. << >> SN–— M |