Fame, by coby Subscribe to rss feed for coby

Wonderful illusion, cut and contusion. 
Wonderful wakes of distant confusion. 

Speculated eye, pryfuly spies 
unwritten tries and spiteful demise. 

Error gated fountains of bleach stained corrupt. 
Wonder-lustful doors this bleach has opened up. 

Power by security; security set in vain. 
Power turns to nothing, security turns to pain. 
Posted: 2010-01-16 18:27:28 UTC

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2010-02-10 04:16:08Lovecrafter
this is cool. nuff said.