jueves, 25 de febrero de 2010

Why the sequels always make money?

So here is my hand, sinking the knife through your lungs.
Kill. I kill you now and the moments I remember fall around your blood.

Right
Now
We will say goodbye.

Your hand is shivering. Touching the skin of the death.
A beautiful dream has become a never ending reality of relativity.

Right
Now
Your lips don’t say nothing.

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