Post by KDarkness on May 14, 2013 2:27:37 GMT
The multicolored sun broke soft upon the sky a great tumor on the day's blue face
All the people, they rejoiced for it was a new beginning made from old
They cried and clawed and called for the breaking of the formula, the fromula
The luchadore came to them and came again with memories running cut like film reels
The mold is broken; a chainsaw taken to it again and again and again
What was birthed from that mold joined together into an orgy of contact and bliss
They were different but the same, all the same again!
Rejoice!
New birthed from old!
A resurrection!
Let go of your fond memories and let the progression envelop you!
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Coming sometimes near the beginning of the summer; I will explain no further.
