

The towers came downhow many people could remember, just from the top of their heads, exactly how many years ago the twins collapsed they have already forgotten those that have died, and just use this day as an excuse for a war without looking the answer up, could you get it right?The towers came down


SenselessYou complain that no one is listening; the truth is there is nothing worthwhile to hear as we become deafened by louder sounds we all just block our ears and run while we're swearing to make a point and consuming indiscriminately. So just shut your mouth, hold your tongue, don't use your eyes to see because all you will behold is reality in all its graphic, horrifying splendour. Clamp your eyes closed and surrender to the cheap pills that guide us to serenity. When we touch flesh, we touch a void, burn your static fingers so you can get high on the smoke. IgnoSenseless


Miss BubbleIMiss Bubble
Miss Bubble Indeed, it's a very odd name I act vaguely happy But it's not quite the same I was given that name at birth they say So it can't be helped, that title must stay
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Miss Bubble I'm Bubble by name, bubbly by nature Lovely and colourful, amusing and innocent Yet airy and transparent, lacking substance and stature "Miss Bubble, how the world loves you so. You're wonderful with your ethereal glow."
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Miss Bubble Who am I today? Too tired to pretend anymore Just soapy water that is grey  


On Winter's EveIt is Winter's Eve and a chill breeze blows The breeze cavorts and courts the biting Frost The lifeblood of Summer no longer flows No angel's warmth to make the harsh cold soft Darkness enfolds, the day draws to a close A change of robes and breeze becomes a wind Waltzing to the rhythm of falling rain Whistling gently through the rooftops of tin With morning comes the lonely light of day A sleepless night spent smiling through the pain Look to the sky, the clouds are ghostly Grey Remnants of the rain that washed the streets clean Where the scented blossoms of Spring onceOn Winter's Eve
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Be Cool. Be Different. Express Yourself.
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"Photographers- it's your job to make the ordinary, ugly, disgusting things in life beautiful."
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"Photographers- it's your job to make the ordinary, ugly, disgusting things in life beautiful."
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What is life with no hope of tomorrow?
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What is life with no hope of tomorrow?
A lot of your stuff is really good, by the way.
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What is life with no hope of tomorrow?
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