no guaze please... i'm showered in my generation's salt, head first I thought... come close, but beware of such a taste test... we get a feeling we're a sedative to bad taste, but alone bitter are we... humor is condoned before us... before us, the past is ignored... again, digress the guaze, suppress the press, and let blood be bled...
in the middle of the sky...
([s]For De'Mawn n' friends, and V-Tech victims, nah I take that back...[/s] For the world, why favor?)...