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The Loss Of ShoesThis moonlit night paves the way for my sanity. Inky black mascara runs into the eyes of those who try to follow, but only because they don't listen to the whisper of the night. How can they when they've been without it for every moment of everyday? But I, I have never closed my ears. I can still breathe star dust and distinguish is from smoke and fog. I can still feel the salty cries of fleeing Beings once they're released from their constricting painbodies. I can still feel the thumping heartbeat of the earth beneath my sholess feet. I can stand still and not be enslaved by thought. Do you know how freeing and uplifting these senses are? IThe Loss Of Shoes


You Should Have Blown UpAND YOUR APOLOGIES MEAN NOTHING BECAUSE YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME ~:you should have blown up:~You Should Have Blown Up
THIS OVERCONFIDENCE WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL. Patterns floating mid-air. Colors bleeding. Then exploding. This will be how the world ends. OVERCONFIDENCE IS OVERRATED. YOU DONT KNOW THAT OF WHICH YOU SPEAK. These sounds are just the beginning of the flood. All will be split when time is through with you. Age is just a thing of the past, another forgotten ordeal that lives only to destroy. Much like the human race. THIS IS PART OF THE PROCESS, said she, ONE WITH NO END AND WITH ENDLESS CONSEQUENCES. Your thoughts, they
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If you cannot be a poet, be the poem
...David Carradine
I am the poem
...me
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I draw, and read, and eat, and sleep, I dream, I wish, I hope, I slip, I swear, I curse, I dread, I'm pretty average by outwards appearances
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