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I'll drive that stake through the center of my heart
Lonely vampire, inhaling its fire
I'm chasing the dragon too far

There's blood on that blade, fuck me, I'm falling apart
My assassin, like Casper the ghost
There's no shade in the shadow of the cross


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Scenes from a Morning Commute

Red morning, sailors warning. And now, it's snowing to beat the band. Those darn sailors.



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