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The Call

Member since 2007 · Posted 10 Jun 2007 · 3 comments

The symbol of chaos stops its random spin forcing just one arrow deep within each studied tick a cadence it begins - my spiteful nose shall bleed the space once dreams have taken second place I set my tongue to talk back

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[n/a] Dovina 11-Jun-07/2:42 PM Reply

I don't get it.

[n/a] Skamper › Dovina 11-Jun-07/4:28 PM Reply

*shrugs* that's ok...purposely making a bad decision, when forced.

[7] lmp 12-Jun-07/9:25 AM Reply

are you watching wheel of fortune of something? or maybe this is "the big wheel" on the price is right?

dunno, it is a bit vague. a bit more power maybe in some of the action would help bring out the meaning or intensity of being forced into a decision you do not agree with. i think this has some potential.