I'm a 25 year old 'artist' who has settled down in a culturally crippled city. I have a disease they refer to as pessimism and the pills aren't making the symptoms go away. I think I'm a victim of the placebo and thats fine so long as I eventually choke on the sugar.

"The sun never shines on us deep down here, and so my dear we grow cold. It's black baby, so far black, and the good news is the seasons never change."

Last1inLine's Works

Lyrics (Depressed)	2005-08-14	Hush
Lyrics (Love)	2005-08-18	Mausoleum Beauty Queen
Lyrics (Love)	2005-08-21	Silver Ring
Poetry (Reflective)	2005-08-21	Wonderland
Poetry (Satire)	2005-08-27	52 Card Pickup
Poetry	2005-08-28	A Prayer from the Gallows
Poetry	2005-09-04	You Play Me Like a Fiddle.

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