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Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Deadbeat
My own oxymoron
Dead Dark Nothing Gone
Beat Pulse Rhythm Life
If there is no pulse There is no beat There is nothing But silence.
But silence Is something an empty promise waiting to be broken over and over Deadbeat
3 comments:
does this mean we're not hanging out tonight... haha, did you get my text sucka? let me know what's good.... OTAY?
We're hanging out.... right??
Very clever. I KNOW we're hanging out in October.
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