He cannot tell me. He does not have the right. To irate him, I will chop off this story-long extrusion, I will take the way that leads to his opponent. I cannot withstsand his sand storms along the way. A deafening roar silences him, and he is tamed and forgotten.
6.26.2011
Unknown
Cold shivers creep my shoulders, freezing me in the moment of release. The Unknown has befriended me and dubbed me best. I cannot escape him. I've searched libraries upon libraries to understand him, but he remains veiled, mysterious, infuriating. He gallops along the road to infinity, leaving traces of blurred letters, telling me long stories of nothing.
He cannot tell me. He does not have the right. To irate him, I will chop off this story-long extrusion, I will take the way that leads to his opponent. I cannot withstsand his sand storms along the way. A deafening roar silences him, and he is tamed and forgotten.
He cannot tell me. He does not have the right. To irate him, I will chop off this story-long extrusion, I will take the way that leads to his opponent. I cannot withstsand his sand storms along the way. A deafening roar silences him, and he is tamed and forgotten.
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