Decisions have been made.

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the truth is he still has so much life inside and bright ideas and when he spills his mind it would give you chills and thrills to know someone so wild is alive and existing, resisting forces that try to change him, and all his bones and marrow and limbs are burning with truth and joy and intensity, his mind's progressing, short circuiting from ( Read more... )

Are you ugly?
A liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don’t know
Money it’s no cure
A Sickness so pure
Are you like me?
Are you uglyWe are dirt, we are alone ( Read more... )

How did we end up like this?

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Smells Like Heroin

She's passed out on the floor again
A tinfoil orgasm
I'll never compare to

They say heroin chic went out like grunge
Pulled a 54; had a glamor implosion
Dead like disco
Passe as cocaine

Don't let my Gia girl know
Her lights are out and it’s less dangerous
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I could recall a time when evenings were bright and thick with love ( Read more... )

Go Away.