31 January 2012
30 January 2012
Slayer
early morning traffic in rome
cigarettes and tears for breakfast;
streets I used to call my home
are turning into bittersweet dust.
today you choose who we'll slay;
pointing out the one most dear
I bow down my head and obey.
posted from altitude of 5836m
29 January 2012
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