Sarah @ the Saints. 2007-11-11 21:19:56

Twas the night the parents left. A state college affair. A beauty of a day. Lyrics about mother, yet naught. Reminiscent of all scenes & plastic dreams. I'm found swirling into the twirling of what the media masses required. The hysteria of who's who & whats what that means nothing at all. A whole lot of nothing. Then I discover that this nothing has an underlying something. A hint of evil. A hint of misdirection, curious. Then I discover I'm being directed like cattle. I haven't a clue where to go next. Yet. I will trudge on. Like always. History only repeats when the ignorance to not learn breaths.