I feel like a lonely satellite--are there any other satellites out there to bounce back some sign of life? Beep. Beep. Beep.
Over and out,
Jesse


God Help Us AllGod Help Us AllGod Help Us All
Streaking on high, a deafening silence, The falcon cannot hear the falconer But over a dark and seething river Wings and dances upon the dying day.
Wide River! Lifeblood in a time long past, Whose milk did nurse the parching babes- The hungry wisps of white raised up the kings Of a thousand thrones of thorns bright-gleaming- On withered backs raised up by blood and bone.
Deep River! Dark and inching mire that 'neath Rolling waters creeps and sleeps in waiting For a careless foot, an idle moment, To drag us d
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meek.
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I'm a man of few words and a thousand obscene gesteres
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