Acid Dog
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
grey dayemptiness and grogginess the left over ashesgrey day
of a fungal endeavor...
the primitive man still lingers in form awaiting a mode of release
society tombs, since escape from the womb, our animalistic prowess.
violence, selfishness and gluttony are all there, we call them sins... more like instinct.
human instinct, some say it doesn't exist.
but in this pixilated otherworld, what is there to doubt?
colors blooming patterns forming my laughter escapes me as i watch the TV
Andrew
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I have no idea where I am going...
We haven't talked in ages.
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I am a mystery wrapped in an enigma, walking in circles with a riddle.
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Where did I get so lucky to gain,
Such a beautiful soul that loves pain,
As my trusty stain,
thank you,
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.past is always creeping over, residing back to the beginning, losing touch and face with all that was loved, all that is love.
hhaha, I was quiet at first though :/
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.past is always creeping over, residing back to the beginning, losing touch and face with all that was loved, all that is love.
Haha.
thank you for calling me,
:]
I quiet enjoyed it
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.past is always creeping over, residing back to the beginning, losing touch and face with all that was loved, all that is love.
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dearest, i feel certain that i am going mad again
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri