

ProtestI watched the artists being stripped from their muses and the muses being torn from their artists clinging desperately to the hands of inspiration crying, howling, screaming at the top of their lungs straining, furious, against chains pulling them apart shrieking no and why and how and fuck you grasping helpless, heart-to-heart, to what had been remembering the first jolt of vision they felt together remembering all that they had made together remembering the first time they sat together remembering the last time they sat together fearing those would be the last memories, the eProtest


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Try my gallery
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I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on chanel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Guess who it is!
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There was teargas in the poisonjester's mask
Shed a tear, dear, for the clown
Tried to fight fire with water
It went down on the ten o'clock news
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Nanimonai
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~DeathNoteFansClub
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Remember this... there is no such thing as disconnection. We all connected as one. Disconnection is simply deception. We are all equally the same. Connection is revealed through Love.
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Remember this... there is no such thing as disconnection. We all connected as one. Disconnection is simply deception. We are all equally the same. Connection is revealed through Love.
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