Again, again, the treacherous cut. As a boy, I wondered why there were all these knives, so many knives… Now, only thirty years old, I worry I’ll run short. Of course, The Last One is for Myself.
Did you change, or have I been wrong all along?
Did I change, or have you been wrong all along?
Did we change, or have we been wrong all along?
Or are we just the same, and have been wrong all along?
Practicality, and Good Brother Reason, smooth and merciless, reptilian and ancient, step in:
“These questions are mu
Stay or Go.”
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- 13.10.06 / 10pm
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