Saturday, December 18, 2010

Jenna Jameson The Measue



The two common heart his last stroke, the animals were grazing
one last time on the green pastures.
The trees and bushes swaying in the last breeze.


There was neither in nor out, neither good nor bad.
Only the nature of the unborn fate hung serenely in the air of the last day.
The world breathed one last time. When everything fell apart

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PZ'10 missing

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