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March 31, 2011
So, it seems, the fears remain by silence laced cacophony laden on the broad stroked mind as the fledgling baby heart, innocent as could be but not as it is, only a real pain in the ass...the din masks nothing of its sound reality but only residuals of the chipped source used as a tool for beating the drunken lord of the house, a racket that drew imagination into creative frenzies resulting in a mutual understanding we had no mutual understanding. Funny how ideas of love trick one so easily into thinking it is the very nature of it.