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my life is made of poprock dinners. Best of friends and long strange nights ( Read more... ) -
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I'm talking to loneliness when you're there and I'm here. to get in touch with my bottomless void could only feed the hope of value. -
Mask of Raid...
Of course you love america, it's a statutory nation. you take innocence away and get two months probation. you want to know where I am from. I know you in anger. Instead I scurry for the door and escape lustful danger. You use your uniform to make me smile Instead a knowing from appears. From man to god to corporations I hate them all these years. ( Read more... ) -
ankle sprain Luke 20 vs.03
Society driven from making works of art that happen to be structures, to one that paper maches their living spaces. They do not live up to dwellings or homes. There isn't a home in hatred. There is not a god in retail. Or culture in fear. From one to the next from win to die. Opposition? No. Life. No. Fair? unfair? Too far gone to dead to live to ( Read more... ) -
If there's one thing GA has taught me...
I don't need to find myself. I'm right here. Always have been, always will be. There's nothing I need to do to validate my existance. I just am. -
I'm at that place...
in my life where I've out grown the people I went to highschool with. i want to make new friends more focused on their careers and less focused on trends, or other people. It could be the break of being in Georgia...who knows. But I'll be back to Orlando soon enough where I can meet new people. Orlando is a big city after all. -
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In my pretty face I place my trust.
Humanity would be the same with out.
Could it be the same without disease?
And in my hands lies sloth and lust occasion.
be it under god or a forgotten sea.
thoughts and reality plague others on.
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Is it enough to be with me? Or is it the ultimate sacrafice to give your loneliness up to me. Such a strange occurance for a human to want to feel alone. But not. To graze on this green relationship that has lasted now two winters. It is steady, but it is not built. I do not expect you to be bound to me at the hip, but be on this journey together. ( Read more... ) -
In Between.
I touch you with sorrow.
But I am quiet like a wife.
As to you I am not.
Adreneline is a sore loser.
My heart feels like jazz
slow as the drum beats
That part of my soul is gone.
In a cloth bag far away.
Summon the clouds to block the rays
And come tomorrow I'll be gone again
nothing is on my terms.