

AppleToday I found myself observing the corpse I live in. From my appearance I seem to be well. As always I'm fine or so I lie. On the inside I'm decaying, slowly rotting away.Apple
But you, You are my silken flower; you'll never die
Again, today I looked in the mirror, only to see my body beginning to disintegrate. Yet, I go about life as though nothing's wrong. Now on my outward appearance I'm decaying, slowly rotting away.
But you, You are my silken flower; you'll never die
Once again, I took one last glance and found myself starring at my reflection.


SheUp she goes Up she goes Up and down the rows she goesShe
Everywhere she goes she crys Because she hurts so bad inside
She wants to lie She wants to die She wants to go away and hide
Devious Comments
your name reminds me of 'go ask alice'
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0pen yøurs arms up ø ae
And ake !n all ha yøu hae
ør wha wøuld yøu be
w!høut dear m!sery¿
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TWISTER! The hot spot!
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Because I haven't forgotten...
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The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. (Marcel Duchamp)
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