I've been in the Massart basement writing poems with bandsaws and heater tips for hours and hours ( Read more... )

I sailed through the bays
Beneath the wings of the bougousie
And lapsed underwater stars
Dream of natives with scars
Then muse: "What does it take to be free?"

My legs is crushed by diesel running demons spittin' crushed rocks up when I go to fast.

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Conciousness can be crazy!!

Current Wings: HAhaahHahahHaa ha ha they're funny...

"Do you ever think that you might not exist?"

"Sometimes... but when I do I throw myself down stairwells until the feeling goes away."

Current Wings: They've been growing for days...

It's these nights I know that I own the town because all the machines leave and I can walk in the middle of the streets and sometimes the stars are out even. It sucks the stars have to be a special treat but im getting used to it, whether thats good or bad i cant really say ( Read more... )