

The Man With No HomeHe is but a man, not worthy of clothing, food, water, or shelter He is the embodiment of inaction, making pity his scepterThe Man With No Home
He is the creator of his own demise, ignoring the helping hands around him He burns a hole in our oasis, flaunting his private desert; a foolhardy emblem
He knows not the shame and humility accompanied by privilege He is the glass blower of the clearly sealed dystopia we wish not to salvage
He will attempt to steal our tears from behind his transparent shell He will collect them in a jar; our saline solution, he will sell
He will purchase a tortuo
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Myspace
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"I will be here."
Collab when I get new PC yes?
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ArE yOu WiSe EnOuGh To WeAr A wIsE hAt?
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William Faulkner: "The past is never dead; it's not even past."
"Time passed; worlds diverged. [. . .] and time turned friends to strangers."
Proud member of ~ApocalypticSanctuary and ~Eiccatoppinenitis.
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