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December 25, 2002
Automatic scribble, stream of consciousness and shapes in the night, click the button and screech little wistfull dove, full of the worlds peace and good wishes from above.

No blood to be found in here sold beast, so please take your words, bullets and guns, deliver them to the stars and remember to feel the wind before you unload and lay the target to rest while a complete circle is spun.

Sing as new found freedom envelopes and dance as though music could be seen, speak an invisible tongue and allow for the birds to translate into the sun.