Acid Dog

Don't judge what I've becomePlease reach out and touch my sky There is no time for questions. The electric sky is falling apart, falling into pools. Explosive intentions splitting the grand ...NothingDon't judge what I've become
My foolish transcendence out of grace Naked and sprawled out in the hard-feathered nether. The flocks of my stone-faced forefathers; Chewing and spitting into my future. Chastising and tearing at my bloody Furnace.
My anger My wrath My fear. Short-leas


Leave this placeLet alone the need to breathe, Let alone these earthly things. Forfeit the ties that bind you To this rocky soil.Leave this place
Weave a magic so of its own That we all just sit in wonder; Deafening the roar of these busy streets An ink blot of our past. We choose what we want to see.
The butterflies of our imagination Are swarming through these crimson rivers Boiling the life force Set it on fire.
Let it run down these busy fingers Until not
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Live for today... sleep for tomorrow.
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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"Be all heart, or don't be at all." ~PM
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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Without thinking of good or evil, show me your original face before your mother and father were born.
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