Our Records Show. By themischievousannaDecember 2, 2016 I am safe without a name Until my words In anonymity Bleed identity Because Records are force To every life In every body. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, Culture, horror, illustration, Nonfiction, Poetry, Politics, WritingTags: art, artist, fiction&poetry, Freedom, horror, illustration, nonfiction, people, philosophy, poetry, Politics, surveillance Related Articles Having Existed. By themischievousanna1 day ago The Heavyweight’s Feather. By themischievousanna1 week ago Sunny with a chance of Anarchy. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.