Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Adieu, two zero one two
And just like that, the year 2012 is over and another takes it's place. 2013. How odd a thing. We'll spend half the year writing down the wrong date and the other half craving for the next.
Come what may, whether it be battle wounds or scars or tears of joy or excursion or happiness or brittleness. I will paint the year red with life and blood, pulsating with each breath, screaming c'mon, I'm alive, you son of a bitch! Take your best shot if you dare!
Come courage, come strength, come despair. Come resurrection. Come what may.
Come what may, whether it be battle wounds or scars or tears of joy or excursion or happiness or brittleness. I will paint the year red with life and blood, pulsating with each breath, screaming c'mon, I'm alive, you son of a bitch! Take your best shot if you dare!
Come courage, come strength, come despair. Come resurrection. Come what may.
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