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
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Rage
Repeated attempts at expiating my lustful energies seem to be futile, and it will be soon before the claws of passion strike at my essence. Passions that are misdirected and unfulfilled. You may think I am past my prime, yet my blood still rages down there.
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