What ever you do.
Do the mother fucker with your built in HUMAN SURVIVAL GUSTO.
When you loose that.
You become like them.
Everything they feel comes from the outside.
Unlike those wild with free, loving, passions.
It comes from both.
Free to seek shelter.
When you do fuck up.
And find it.
Hey, can ya hear me mother fuckers.
SANCTUARY!
We'll give ya that much.
Said the being with a Bond.
Of their WORDS
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
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