Sometimes the bell chimes offbeat and broken harmonies spill forth in defiance of all life previously clockwork and measured for meaning. A thought, unaccounted for, raises it's head and breaks forth and ushers in a new day. Long-sought, weighed and pinned down, I am ready now. I might spend three nights bent double with doubt. I might have to come up for air gasping, arms akimbo, but I am holding my own. Palms outstretched, I'm trying my best.
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A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey