• 11:14 PM, Tuesday, January 10, 2012

It's time, young 'uns.

Mighty high time to rise.
For better or for worse.

It doesn't matter.

Pretense is tough to tear down.
But down it goes by all means.

'Cause, there's no point in dragging this farce.
We're all tired, why can't we be honest hmm?

Our dreams are taking flight, our souls are in for the ride.
True friends shine through. I found a most precious gem today.

Burn, stampede, holler like the banshee we are.
Hehe. Trickling from my hands, this phantasmagoria.

Tiptoe! Let's cease this.
Get all down and dirty and real.

This pseudo-grand performance will have to end by the thirteenth hour.