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Sep. 28th, 2009|05:24 am |
Its easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer.
Everything seems beautiful because you dont understand. Those
flying fish, theyre not leaping for joy, theyre jumping in
terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes
its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies. The glitter of
putrescence. There is no beauty here, only death and decay.
Everything good dies here. Even the stars. |
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