Bleed now the sun into the darkness of the night,
Rage, rage against the brightness of the light.
Valiant soldier in the everlasting fight,
To rage, rage against the brightness of the light.
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Cram me full of Truth and Ugly- so wiggerless wireless that it hurts- it's Life in spurts.
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I don't think I can publish the full version on here because of the format. And we all know how much the formatting is sucky on this here blog site. So I give you my abridged version. Don't dig to deep into it, it's about how much I hate waking up in the morning.
Dylan Thomas is puking up bitters in his grave right now. WHeeeeeeeeeeeEEE!
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