INRI Lost on the cosmic seas, of an LCD sky, for the first time since that dreadful choice I am at peace. That notebook's entry haunts me, like the burning scars left behind after my night on the gallows. The timing of fictions relief is not lost on me. I am lost in fiction. "Insert Coin." | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |