we are the children and they are the waste

We are the final fantasy of the ages and we can be stopped by the fortune that can creep into the dreams of tomorrow. flying high is the key to the downfall of the perfect union of scars and high price sex that we so most unfortunately need. why stop the drug addicted whores from getting the small amount of sex they so richly want and don't deserve. Why not just tie a rope to a large feeder bag and catch them off guard. Sleeping snuggly in the small coffins they call beds. The children of the wastelands can keep none of this themselfves. So take them and mix them with the love that you may get from the parents that surround you and see how you feel. When the lights go out tonight remember they are out there feeding, stealing, looting and destroying the lives that they most desperately want to take from all of us.

tracy you know the real reason why I can't tell them the truth so if you wish to drowned this fire that rises within my heart speak out now and destroy this horrible rumor that we both so desperatley know to be untrue and unjust.

what we write will always reflect upon those who read and those who don't. Lines,skwiggles and ponty objects don't always have a meaning. We are all a bunch of independent thinkers that have boxes. what we put in the box and what we keep next to it is up to us.

keep the fires in the dugeon