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.: Friday, March 05, 2004 :.
gain the world, but lose yourself. a moto, a creed. sell your beleifs to blend into the crowd, sell your beleifs for acceptance.
can't do it, worked too hard.
drew a line, and there i'll stand, defending it with my life.
who am i if i throw myself away? stick to your guns, hands at side, ready to draw, your bullets are your life, trust they are what you think them to be, and fire at will.
.: Thursday, March 04, 2004 :.
there'd be no such word as chance if you only got one
.: Tuesday, March 02, 2004 :.
A Message To the Hopelessly Vain
Keep on trucking
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