Life, full of lies, cloaked in eternal deception
Work, full of drudge, covered with infinite frustration
End, thus life, end, thus work
One without the other
Monday, May 10, 2010
The Boy in the Pimple Mask
The scars are a testament to the nefarious struggles against the infidels of the system. There can be no perfection, no control. The blemishes stand stoically for that. Will my quaser be attainable? Am I to wear this mask forever?
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