Friday, 16 January 2009

The Black Forest

The traditional escapes my irrational leaving me with a pocketful ofsupposed places I should be that I will never be because of the real me not the public me that everyone thinks they see on a normal day the everyday I act the wrong way that turns you and them off me but I cannot help you see the way I want to imagine I be. I am Daniel Stairmaster and I regret the nothing that makes up my everything.

Long Live Tumbleweed Memories, the home of the free.

It has been a pleasure.

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