Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 9 August 2006 - 02:49:48 - print it raw
Charmed, surely, for the fact of the matter is that there is nothing like pride to initiate a self destruct sequence. Strong arms on the side and a head full of stone, it's not without the pain of others having to bear the presence that leaves the flourish spectacular in its pomposity.
Pomposity, though, has no place here. In a barren landscape where the high point suffers from taking a bite in the back of the head, standing tall and proud brings every one down.
Deprivation is feeling less.
Wildly colourful birds and red animals with strange feet are not what make leaving the field of play that much more difficult. It's their absence of duality and the presence of a singularity that makes the whirlpool stronger and the ability for free roaming will weaker.
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