

CerebusA biometric idealistic mark of favoritism We call our god by the hands from which we eat The sharpest teeth digging into the limbs that feed Twisting around earth, it tangles its gnarled fingers Touching, revolting to the wings of these angels Sitting at the sidelines and cheering for the scoreCerebus
I have been traveling and strangling my words Through the throat constricted and whispered We see and soil what's left of our free will Slipping between the cracks the crown of leaves around our heads We're our own martyrs watching our self-destruction
I'm going to wake thi
Foxy Duo
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You can lead a blind man to the ocean, but you can't make him see.
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Glendon Mellow
The Flying Trilobite
Art in Awe of Science
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Poppin Periramo Furururafu~!
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One should really use the camera as though tomorrow you'd be stricken blind. Dorothea Lange
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Sham bodie! If you understood this, you are invited to join *in-ni [link] Northern Ireland Deviants
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One should really use the camera as though tomorrow you'd be stricken blind. Dorothea Lange
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