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Escape
I dreamt of an insatiable thirst.Followed through inches upon milesOf parching sand and windCrisp, dry, and barrenIn search of satisfaction.For something to help you breathe againTo fill you up entire...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Jun 2009 14:15:00 GMT
April 30th, 2009
Growing, ever flowing, making it seem so real, fading into the entire spectrum of colors that one could ever imagine, getting stronger, staying longer, and wanting to find out something more. You fin...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 14:30:00 GMT
skeletons
It comes on you like Novocain you dont know that you feel the same and wonder if the sky is falling cant you hear that someones calling? Maybe find a difference between reality and simply dreamsbut...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Apr 2009 12:13:00 GMT
friendship
(inspired by a drunk/stoned conversation 3 time zones apart with the best girl friend i've ever had)is it of the same denomination to care for the same as much?does it make me strange....are we all ju...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Mar 2009 02:20:00 GMT
Acid Induced
4 October, 2008It pulsates....vibratessweaty and slow, ecentric and humbleit makes the world make sense.Are you hearing it or talking about it?It's velvet on a cloud, there's something extra there, do...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 08:37:00 GMT
pain
where would you be without a mouth full of hearttorn apart, left waiting to bleed it out.your head in your hands serves more purpose than you knowyour stoic breaths come from deep, and emptiless exist...
Posted by on Tue, 14 Oct 2008 16:42:00 GMT
how do you know
what you want to do with the rest of your life? i know where i want to be, i know who i want to be with, but i have too many interests to try and narrow down to simply ONE thing that will keep me inte...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 07:45:00 GMT
homeless
I was walking out of a conveniece store yesterday evening, the sun was still sitting softly on the horizon, and as I got out of my car, a homeless man, probably between 45-50, asked me if he could was...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 08:41:00 GMT
Act II
looking back the past is faded, glimpses of crimson, some of gold, tattered and torn through the riffs in time, as the days go by. It comes to be something new, something old, something unchartered, d...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Apr 2008 11:31:00 GMT
so fucking pure
i abandon the fear that consumes us.
it is all constant, it is all relevant and non relevant.
it is all about fun.
i no longer search, it sounds so fucking pure, so incredibly, soulfully pure.
you so...
Posted by on Fri, 11 Jan 2008 00:02:00 GMT