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The diversity of sounds rule my ever presence with their highs and blows, encompassing the totality of sensual experience. I`m a child of the sirens of knowlege, a warrior for the truth in a world of washed perspectives and harsh realities. My voice cries the initial cry of the unborn into this perplexing illusion. I long for the realization of the human drama, the defeat of the dogs of war, and the unity of existence. The beloved gods of virtue have been undersold for the bleeding bread of empathy. I now await the triumphant roar of destiny, dressed in the inviting hands of a mother perplexed by discovery, aroused by spirit. The door is open, the road transformed. The exit code to civilization is hacked beyond dispair, chased by the moon tword the freeing sun, on our journey to light. This is an open plea to the beautiful insainity in your hearts. It is time to cosummate the kiss of oblivion into the obsidian of love!The empty walls of the unthinking majority hide money for the illusive afterlife and do not feed us, instead thereby saving us from the conclusive enviromental theory that the sky is over. The baby is run over by the careless honking antelope who, quoting from the book of lie lie lie, cries praise the lord and pass the ammunition. the ground rumbles and out lies Beethovens c**t screaming Elect the dead!
Serj Tankian.
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Too bad you got my old one, huh?
on the off chance you die you want to be buried with manga or your comp? ☼_☼