Monday, May 23, 2005
> a puppet without strings
i feel every defeati feel every agonyi feel every anguishim living my life thru the idiotboxim living my dreams thru celluloidtripstheir every failure is my owntheir every heartbreak is my owntheir every sadness is my owntheir every tears are my owni am but a video recorder whose recycling my own VHS tape; day-in-day-outi am but a product of media manipulationi am but a victim of my own
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