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forget the world ( Read more... )

we are the fools. marketed, targeted, bargained with. men trade pure souls for fools gold and bank rolls for gum soles. i think the mystery of lackawana is in the architecture. young kids in tenants playing catch across their fences. "don't blend" said the yellow paper. the red carpet spit back up as a "fuck you" to the white walls ( Read more... )

in fact, he was pretty sappy. the kind of kid that shed private tears to lifetime movies. the type of boy unashamed of weeping over frodo and sam. but in his classes, where maybe his grade passes, it was the lectures and the realities that broke him down the most ( Read more... )

call this tide, that i'm in ( Read more... )

after sifting through my data sheets, i started to get a little irritated. i mean, if all these people i love so much, have these great opinions about what they are looking for; how come all i hear them bitch about is how they don't have anybody? you ALL know what it is you want, you ALL seem to want the same things, you ALL should search for each ( Read more... )

i would like to take the time to pay respect to my body. my vessel through this catacomb of life and of reality. my gate to getting over the real and focusing on spirituality. my open head, and my waving hands ( Read more... )

i'm gonna pile up all of my doubts and start handing them out ( Read more... )

what have you been waiting for? they've been expecting you ( Read more... )

Well I’m changing all my strings ( Read more... )