sábado, 1 de enero de 2011

everybody is going to the party have a real good time, dancing in the desert, blowing up the sunshine. kneeling roses, disappearing into moses' dry mouth, breaking into fort knox. stealing our intentions. every city gripped in oil, crying freedom ! handed to obsoletion ; still you feed us lies from the tablecloth !

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