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Myspace LayoutsMyspace LayoutsThis is the sound of the lost echo, the fading and fractured footstep, the mind that is blurry and mysterious and distant and erased, the heart that drips blood like the ink from a fountain pen. The Long Knives are all about the sound that rings aloud in the land where time forgot. Where the dreams are dreamt in fragments, and the moon is dark and brooding in the sky like a festering beacon of anti-hope and disenchantment. When you wake up from the dream, when the shockwaves no longer mutilate the brain, this is where you have arrived. To the sound of the ghost at the doorstep, and the crippled weathervane's fall. This is lost road to nowhere, the gateway to the land where time ran out and away. the space time collision and the bloated blood vessels. Where damage that is done leads to more than damage. When you hear the sound of The Long Knives, you can hear the wind in the valley, the blast of the train, and the waking nightmare folly. Step into the room, step out of the room, step onward. Always forward and never straight, and the mindwaves have brought you to here, to this chaos, to this tornado, to this debris, the land that is deadly yet silent, and you look out the window, smile, and fade into the darkness and the shadow. This is where the leaves have fallen, the weeds have grown, and twigs are snapping and cracking."Don't poke the bear! Don't poke the bear" they screamed, and then the bear was awakened and growled...
