Curtain.

Life, liberty, and the happiness of pursuit; the euphoric recruit; the unbelievable and yet constantly relivable solute. The masses of massive mythic mists that cloud and shroud all we’ve allowed – and we’re proud – oh Lord, Lord are we proud. We remove logical layers till the practical prayers offer us nothing but bliss.

Sweet, sweet bliss.

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~ by cptgibbs on January 26, 2010.

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