Behold the edge, that one can see,
always around me, holding me in. I
for ones wish to escape from this to
a more permeant, real space, to get
beyond the edge. So all may see if.
Our government are right, or maybe
justthinkingoutsidethere more round
box. Yet they, make us live in boxes.
So join with me, you must now have
come to see shapes like boxes is NO.
And the true people live and work O U T SIDE THEM!!!
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:32 AM UTC
Behold the edge, that one can see,
always around me, holding me in. I
for ones wish to escape from this to
a more permeant, real space, to get
beyond the edge. So all may see if.
Our government are right, or maybe
justthinkingoutsidethere more round
box. Yet they, make us live in boxes.
So join with me, you must now have
come to see shapes like boxes is NO.
And the true people live and work O U T SIDE THEM!!!
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