Bullet41
ubw rookie


Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
Posts: 120
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| Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:16 am |
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Another sacred conversation with clockwork orange on her skin.A violence craving a ‘house of fun’ on ungodly dreams,Follow-on unholy things.“But why me?” she ask.A rain on the radio drooped by the sun.“Why is the DJ crying, tears of failure isn’t a broadcast.”With another bright talk with Trish Grace,All sudden preach will be ok.“Don’t bother with an interruption all: voice drowning in mute.” Said the host.“Listen.” She cried. “Or thy tongue will keep thee deaf.” |
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