So I should sleep and not try so hard to keep wake. The rules forbid me a moments peace. They sneak back into capture. Sidestreets and back alleys. Always a new rendition. These songs grow old. My muse has gone amusing. In the back of the freezer lives a small creature. Bundled against the frostbite that icecream brings. But it is too late for icecream. These distractions. My crutch, a passion. Obsession. Contradiction. My merry wonderland. Your voyeurs remorse. The blood is draining. Some explanations are best left unsaid. Wasted vile bodies.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL