Howl

By: mikeredmer

Feb 21 2010

Category: Uncategorized

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The sight of the moon, powerless to howl, stuck in rigamortis. The night stiffens with you. You’re such a bore illusion, always forever fluxing. Cancel out the movements and enjoy your birthright as one who was never born.

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