Rumours of my death have been highly exaggerated...

That is all.

-The Returning Patron Saint of Gasoline and Matches!

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One river flows uninterrupted to still water up stream to a mountain where it sits between fields of grain and sky...smoke rises from a mouth that has seen three generations signaling the destruction of sound...despair sits in a comfortable chair by the hearth eating voraciously at every new dawn that peaks slowly over the plateaus...

-the voidal

"i" am merely the instrument in which life plays its songs upon...one can live almost indefinitely in the sense that their resonance will always outlast their corporeal being in the memory of those still living...so conversely one's resonance can be gauged on how long that memory lasts...

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How does one measure life?

Fuck!

-That is all.

would make an excellent blues song ( Read more... )