Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Quickbooks 2008 Producit Cade

TORN PAGE ... FEEL


Abused till you drop from your thoughts

constant tearing my reason
Moving from side to side


Without passion ... "I'm fat meat on grill
leaking
memories are submerged
beneath mounds of steaming an excuse! "

... I find death in the care
I fall on the ruins of us
Dirty and wrinkled
without salt and fat
There is nothing more! Scratch the earth


While staggering lunge
Vado
Nothing matters more:

"What do you mean you had not?!?"

memory information will confuse
Distorting memories
Now everything looks smelly
And you seem less bright ...

"Hey! I'm here Give me your hand ... "

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