Why won't you let me die?

I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.




The dividing fork pegged the question and created a statment

It showed us the direction in the road through which we all must travel

In life there must be death

for birth there must be burial.

The seasons' pass.

Use your pass well.

For it is a gift.



As the tears of a thousand flies rained down upon the wits of the unholden, the salad was Finished. And it was over. The end of an era. The collective starvation was held at bay. A bay in which there is no more sadness, no more suffering, and ultimatly, ...no more French Dressing.














the dividing fork pegged the question and created a statment

It showed us the direction in the road through which we all must travel

In life there must be, death

for birth there must be burial.

The seasons' pass.

Use your pass well.

it is a gift






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Standing at the edge of the unknown, waiting for somthing to fall.. . .. . .




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