Monday, June 6, 2011


I love natural light, captured in black in white.
The way the sun shines on broken glass and empty eyes.
So defined; natural design.
The crows fly; touch the burnt evening sky.
We wait in line, and then we die.
Let's make a purpose, make them wonder why.
Why we can look past the bullshit and corporate lies.
We are the new generation of broken lullabies.

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