Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
Calming.
31 January 2006 | 19:05

The rage blackened skies empty into a sea of blue tranquility. And ll my anger, all my sorrow, all the horror of life is washed away in the calm tide. Let this be the time that I reach it. Let this be the place that I unleash. And once my feathered wings are spread, let my feet never unwantingly touch the ground again.

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