| Thoughts and expressions like us have the gift of life, Notes & phrases tell of moments in time: a Birth, death, or a fuck Surmised How sacred this occupation is to me and I lament over its simplicity Sweet sorrow for those that take this gift for granted, Embalmed with notions of Grandure |
| Every recording: bought,borrowed or stolen is a whispered prayer to MEANINGLESS NOTHING, Who lay as a partner scorned, abandoned in favor of another With eyes of a corpse you weave lies so thoroughly entwined with pearly white eyes and a winning smile, Owners of men weakened by Culture, Who are unyielding yet Unwilling to roll with the punches |
| Pedophilacious Opertunistic Philantropist |
| A foot sinks slowly into the hot sand and a lizard stares, longing for a pile of red ants My mind is a race, a cascading high an abstraction shrink-wrapped to fit my disposeable guise I follow a regimen so closely guarded that I share it with none but the ghosts of souls not yet departed. Born into water, crystal clear now crimson copper waste that I see everywhere Remember it's your blood they devour: 4Blood3REDPOWER |
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| Hummingbird at a Crossroad at the Edge of Tomorow 2002 CE |