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the following is an ongoing project created by biofuck and Seek(0).
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:(leaving eden):
00/00:biofuck> ..and yet i set it off spinning, pushing into the ground and day by day with less and less found. i touch a little bit of real, like the fingerprints of gods left before us just to unsettle dreams before brides. together we marry in ourselves, forgetting of ourselves, and losing to the shelves; a destiny unwritten. "it's cold in here," the lamb said to it's father. "if you go out it will be much colder," said the father to it's child. the lamb in it's own regret left his homely life, and gave it up and all for strife; but realized in the end was might. ...and after all this misery, we're told we are set free, to a land of no return; (why would you want to go back?) where we can truely burn, inside ourselves -- unturn! 11/28:Seek(0)> and YEA! as this misery ends... i wane death ; burn ; ride ; slip side Ay, what's the tradgety man? Are we forgetting our lives again? To return to what has already been found? Is that the secret? Is that the riddle? A cure for total lobotomy? Crisp and Warm and Comforting me with a Cheshire smile I look into his eyes As we turn Elipsical and orbiting further out from where I lie unclothed trembling nakedness to innocent loneliness as all who've come this far have regained their "composure" censored exposure left their own lies and become afraid of their own eyes I stand hard too this And soften here where I can see out every catcall and embellished whistle of those who can only devoir and may never realize what I attempt to find and defy The greatest of evils are those which can be forgotten << back << | 005 | >> next >>