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Oct. 4th, 2001

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign
towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood
letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no
fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament,
tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions,
offer me alternatives and I decline.

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upsilon
Oct. 4th, 2001 11:16 pm (UTC)
Nostradamus vs. Michael Stipes
You know, I don't really know the lyrics to that song... but stating them out like that, they seem almost prophetic.

Really kind of eerie.

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