Now its synesthesia that’s waxed me over, I can taste the reds,
yellows and pinks of your color. Fuck
the five individuals and
to hell with a possible sixth,
this orgy of the senses is by far more true and better.

Many days I sit and reminisce about playing "mono dave" in gabe's technicolored pool. Even the cold brightly lit water couldn't shake me to sobriety.

I guess me and my gigantic jug of sangria will have to tough out the storm alone.

At these heights we tend to lose sight of the hallowed ground left from liftoff, and of the singed lawns and charred picket fences. Gravity is heaviest at night from blank ceilings and even the most adjusted of us are left pondering those strange hallucinations. Sweaty and my limbs don't seem to ever want to stop moving, I've figured I've got ( Read more... )

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Just so you all know, Dejan paid $59.00 to see Journey play "Don't Stop Believin", and that's it.

Almost worth it, Dejan.

"I do not believe that the power and duty of the General Government ought to be extended to the relief of individual suffering... The lesson should constantly be enforced that though the people support the Government, the Government should not support the people ( Read more... )

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Ballooning seasons are swaying me and my hairs all messy and my jeans are frayed. Fall into my first ever winter of total content and the feeling is like that first breath emerging from summer swimming pools, or that poor too-distant memory of riding up to a spot with your friends and the only sounds are wheels over sidewalk cracks. Forget the ( Read more... )

It's a matter of time and again, for if desire breeds suffering you really cannot wish to rid yourself of it, therein lies the paradoxical cliff. You have to simply be and become, but is it that you are still desiring to? We cannot wholly deny what it is to be human and expect to be placed in the womb-fabric of existence, this is cheating ourselves ( Read more... )