...and when the stars burn out, all we'll have are satellites to guide us
Friday, October 28, 2005
locked away,
or so you'd legistlate.
my free will is arson,
is murder...

a brick
through the window of society
just because it's there,
just because i can.

chaos:
frightening for you,
entertainment for me.

long live anarchy's dance...
it's song?
whatever tends to offend
the self-imposed righteous.

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