and dreams they are, just castles in the air...
Did the Phoenix dream? Could it? Does it? Dreams of sweet nothings? Nightmares? The emerald green of paddy fields transforming to crimson walls of fire?
Wake up poet.
The times - they aren't a'changin, this world is largely fake...
27 Aug 2007
shifted base
to the place that promises quality excellence, from cow to consumer
and lay low, turning almost into sedimentary rock...
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