Pinocchio Syndrome began, with time, as a feeling. Then suddenly it was a thought that couldn't even be uttered, an unfathomable concept. It wasn't until the four chosen ones first united to accept their shared predestination that the movement was born. And once the movement, sprung from darkness, saw the cruel light of day, a revolution rose from the hosts of the wicked knowledge of the inevitable. Pinocchio Syndrome is in Boston. You're either with us or against us, so don't fuck around. Dance the impossible and step on the toes of the impenetrable. and drink while you're at it.
Salvatore Garro 11 ottobre 2005 12:52
