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• Artiste: Howards Alias
• Titre: R.I.P.
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The boy he sighed, wilderness is lonely. CYNICAL THOUGHTS CORRUPT MINDS. The silence of embarrassment led him to believe that misfortune had played a part in destroying the once placid image he had perceived; at this time it seemed rewardingly harmless, and as the time clock moved on, tick after tock, he sensed a sudden urge for the things he normally rejected so much. WHAT GOES AROUND, COMES AROUND?! The rage he was seeing left him paused in awe of the immensity shown in the structure of simplicity. He called but in a helpless plea for insanity to smother him in it's weight; bearing scars too harsh to recapture the rush of hatred he was to experience in the very near future. SLOWLY, SLOWLY, CATCHY MONKEY. Like floating on a breeze, his mind became empty, and thoughts he had worried about so much, no longer seemed important. This new found plateau bore an emptiness as cold as the blood surrounding his heart, but, as promised he was at peace. To be wrapped up in solitude holds no catch, Except boredom of the greatest power