Freedom is a jagged bitch, a barbed-wire dream of agony and yearning. Freedom is a wide-bore firearm clutched in shaking hands and pointed close at the face of God. Freedom is a siren scream to pierce the heart and banish ease and complacency forever. Freedom is the memory of sweet and addictive possibility that becomes encompassing obsession: a brutal march of inevitable destruction of all that stands against her burning eyes and driving song.
Antinea 23:58 on February 13, 2011 Permalink | Log in to Reply
and @azure, or course 🙂 Good to see you old friend!
Blaqsunshine 16:12 on February 15, 2011 Permalink | Log in to Reply
Thanks, Good to be here 🙂