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Act Anonymous Put on the mask of your true self Jump of the window and- Talk with strangers The true color of humanity is shining- under the rags of the dumping site where the dogs of the heaven made are- mating . the cycle must - go on! Needless to say, the mask- is the true identity The star dust nebula swirling around under every passing wheels gives me chills under my anonymity Still under the watch of divine intervention and under the subject of my free will "Please god close your eyes" on the ride i meet strangers with smile and humans who don't care there are turns of wormholes and strong pull of black holes the star dust nebula strikes again but- its just a ride. take a break now. the red signal means it. - - * Break time Story* Here is story I wanna tell . Just to keep you occupied. I once met me on the turning of time travel. I was horrible human because I defamed love for god and few centuries ago, I was celebrated engineer I happened to create the god. that was it. its a ride. - - - honk the horns mr. my man! start your engine, kindly. Move on forth. I have strangers to meet because they are with smiles. Smiles.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
"Under the ride"
Act Anonymous Put on the mask of your true self Jump of the window and- Talk with strangers The true color of humanity is shining- under the rags of the dumping site where the dogs of the heaven made are- mating . the cycle must - go on! Needless to say, the mask- is the true identity The star dust nebula swirling around under every passing wheels gives me chills under my anonymity Still under the watch of divine intervention and under the subject of my free will "Please god close your eyes" on the ride i meet strangers with smile and humans who don't care there are turns of wormholes and strong pull of black holes the star dust nebula strikes again but- its just a ride. take a break now. the red signal means it. - - * Break time Story* Here is story I wanna tell . Just to keep you occupied. I once met me on the turning of time travel. I was horrible human because I defamed love for god and few centuries ago, I was celebrated engineer I happened to create the god. that was it. its a ride. - - - honk the horns mr. my man! start your engine, kindly. Move on forth. I have strangers to meet because they are with smiles. Smiles.
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Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
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