Saturday, April 15, 2006

Home Made Lesd Sinker



A lone man opens the world's roads with ink in his hand. Tattooed contracts in the maze which means life, wants to sleep in the mud, drowning in the abyss of fire, pull on vacuum regardless of the phone bills, gas light, financial Step. A man is not himself, looks at his children's escape necessary. Step back, yes, a man and holds back the clock night.

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