Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Spin, the lights...

Spin.  The lights, like bloodstains, smear the walls.

Fuck it and fuck it all.  You want something to hit.  You hate violence.  You want something to hate.  You hate wanting it.  You want something to want.  But you can't think of anything.
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