this is some crazy free lance writing i did earlier...alot of it is disturbing and doesnt make sense, but its fun. dont mind my loss of punctuation.


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i feel the chillling sensation of ceremonies of the past dont forget that you ahve t become everything you ever had to miss and i hope that you can be the only one i havent changed enough to secrifice my being to the ever long lasting children of the new world dont be shy and have a child with you old friends who drink to much wine under the courtyard in the twiglight. severral times a day i slept to watch you dream of seven times yours limit and i cant wait to see it come home the time is running out for me to take you home to the kindred midnight wind so you have to be the last person on the place to become the selfless monger of mutual existance we could be the ones to kill the sunset and i dont want ti to be the end because we had so much time to be the best that we wanted to be the time has come for the yelling to be my last and i want you to die with a the soft fingers touching your face and it would be so friendly if we could become lovers selfishly watching the invisible timber in my heart it isnt what you think and it doesnt have to be it can be the slightest flick of the finger the slightest whisp of air on your lips and i could make you the star the others dont have the potential of a million nations with the liberety of my god and i have to be honest because the devil has been too good to me we have made it too far to come home now i dont want to see the twilight without the angels on my arm who want to bring peace to me undying love of the monkey who sent your uncle to prison and if you have any sence at all i can tell you that we have to be the last and when the world is gone i will have nothing left to say but that you have to be the best.


hmmmmm
quite peculiar indeed.