collisions... full tilt... eleven wounded... future shots,albeit phenomenal confusions... crowd gathers.. electrified... invaded.. indepth journey.. painful blows of trust and despair.. shots.. bleedings.. incisive demography which fills to desires.. possibilities to win or lose them turmoiled life... pessimism.. without choice... burried in matter of guidelines... automatic... interactive... all boils down to none... precautious responses, cautious endings... don't look back... never... no...
The dance of this was like magic, and the whole concept of the six hundred and sixty six songs brilliant and dark. Your words overwhelm the mind in a sense of anxious longing.