Monday, July 11, 2005

Tiny Voices Grow

Hello our old friend. You should know our names by now. He doesn't want your help, or your love. He only wants our mercy. When none is forthcoming, he will make a promise. Tonight his promise is three tranqs and the will to see tomorrow. Tomorrow always held such promise, didn't it? Tomorrow is today, and he will die alone, we promise.

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