mercredi 7 mai 2008

68 - seed


I don't thik I can fit in this group.
too much kindness.



lyrics for the day
I feel as sharp as a carving knife
So I feel in love for the very last time
I'm sick of the beating by everyone
I'm sick of the beating by everyone
I want peace
I want peace
I want peace
I want peace

I'm sowing seeds

1 commentaire:

  1. I like the way the akward abstractness stabs my eyeballs.

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