It's a bittersweet symphony, this life.You try to make end's meat, you're a slave to moneyThen you die!
Never have truer words been invented by me,A truly bad motherfuckerWho understands the stars at NightAnd the god of fuck we all call the Sun.
― War Saw Pax, Friday, 8 August 2003 05:23 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Friday, 8 August 2003 05:28 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Friday, 8 August 2003 05:29 (twenty-two years ago)
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― Alex in NYC (vassifer), Friday, 8 August 2003 05:35 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tad (llamasfur), Friday, 8 August 2003 05:37 (twenty-two years ago)
― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 8 August 2003 05:39 (twenty-two years ago)