Friday, April 29, 2011

Yahsua

We fly through the space... data mining all forgotten memory...

Syntheholic eggs of easter...
choose a teaspon
unshaken by Christchurch
beyond a building
nide hide,
beyond an attitude
voice links was my bye-sond tone I feel
it made ATOM father on the hill in
PYRAMID prisoning...

one day i feel many voices.

need I speak enough? for my wordes are endlessly.

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