Everytime I walk the halls I can see what little meaning life howls in the villagers of South Charleston, thier minds corrupt by the black control box, thriving only on the current gossip. It seems as though they would waste thier lives on critiquing the lives of others, oblivious to the beauty of doom. You will not live forever, time will not stop for you, live now.
macerbaddyslippydot · Tue Feb 08, 2005 @ 12:24am · 0 Comments |