...Down, Into The Grotto.

escape, to such sweet oblivion- we come with open eyes

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Babes

It is a waste of time to protest the minority.

Witta

Posted by The Onion Grotto at 8:32 PM

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"I do not exist, but faithfully insist - sailing
in our separate ships and from each tiny
caravelle... Tiring and trying, there's
unnecessary dying; like the horseshoe crab
in its proper seasons sheds its shell. Such
distance from our friends, like a scratch
across a lens made everything look wrong
from anywhere we stood - our paper blew
away before we'd left the bay, so half-blind,
we wrote these songs on sheets of salty wood."

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