love_is_a_blind_event Doar An empty shell of an idea, bought and paid for when derelicts give in. Love is and event, thousands crowded together begging and wanting. Blind we go, blindfolded we follow, "how do you join"? Caress you're new love, and sip a corporate cup. Give me live fire. The comfortable of loving no one but yourself. Ego's blessing fire. Can you help yourself? Survival behind buying, For the looks of jiggy. Four lights dedicated, Where are we now? With no one else. Consumptin craziness, For only us. For only us. . 080911 what's it to you? who go blather from