The birds are singing, and they are singing for me. All colors, different voices, in unison in a most powerful song of hope, and endurance. Hold on, hold on.
Twisted wires tangle my feet, pierce my skin, with a force of music coming out of a boom box at maximum level.
But I like the pain, a wake up call to this so called life, like teachers cracking your knuckles when you fall asleep, the horn honks, the bird scatters.
Reality.
The cow jumps over the moon, and I'll go over the sun, my wings will melt, and I'll plummet to the ground, into the ocean,
a wake up call to this so called life.







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"Those who ignore the languages of programming are doomed to be destroyed by them."
-Ancient nerd proverb
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The voices in my head tell me you're the weird one.
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Bisexual fuckers!! oh :3
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dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
/edgar allan poe: the raven
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nohaycomolodeuno
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consummatum est...
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... Do not meddle in affairs of dragons for thou are crunchy and go well with ketchup ...
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9 Crimes
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