Sunday, 17 July 2011

radioactive fruit ripening and wipe on sex appeal

like flying in a paper plane through the sun and blue sky with green tree's down to the lef side and a giant wall stands there if i pan down and there it is.  Hhaha it seems to say i am mighty and sold and there is you panning down with flimsy plane made of what was once life , here i am rock chained by mans hand by his dreams by his folly by your follys also , there- upon that hill stands god and he is a she. haha run and cry or smile and sigh there is no point trying to fool me for i am you for i am a mirror and you don't exist.

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