every night i stroked the gun. stroked and ponder tonight tonight is this the night. list the pros and cons the heres and gones. going down the canyon rode. hearing all the sounds of my past fading behind me. this is it he said this is it.
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he confirmado que existe la locura razonable y que por lo menos me atrae me encandila me llena cuaquier cosa que me lleve a pensar, que mas lógico que esto que me sucede, ver sus ojos mirandome, ver su sonrisa extraviada en quiza que cabilacion me llama poderosamente la atención , son solo dos dias, vicio a esos dos dias, que a lo mucho llegaran a ser una docena despues todo cambia, me gusta solo ese estado, me vicio solo a esa etapa las otras siempre son las mismas,.poryectamos lo que somos, y yo amo la locura.Read more…
Reflections of self in othersPainfully, reality slapsRealization of needed changeMore patience, more patience,MORE PATIENCEThe residue of stinging words lingersMaking it hard to breatheThere is no escaping self-induced consequences
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there was a mantle i was supposed to bear.i haven't.it calls.i know it.it knows it. or he knows it more to the point.it calls and calls.the low fog may lift. or the low fog will create rain.when the tide is way out.09/12/09 it starts anew.new.i knew then.i know now.it calls and calls.is this thing on then?yes. yes it is.hello.
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Steam rises from the tar on a cool night, like restless spirits trying to escape. The air is thick and barely breathable. The shadows sway in a breeze that does not blow. The night can play tricks, but no more than the mind. Trust what is seen, or trust what is felt? Trust nothing. There is no sound. There is no light other than the moon. Yet, even that likes to hide behind the thick clouds. The question is, to proceed blind or to remain stagnant? Too long a wait will result in its own decision. Everything has consequences, especially fear.
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I give to you a gardenComplete in every wayA mixture for the sensesTo ease the pain awayI give you all the flowersThat grow throughout the yearA blanket that is petal softTo wipe away the tearsI give to you a rainbowColors so brilliant and brightTo brighten up your spiritThrough the darkest of the nightsA world of wonder awaitsThough it is not mine to giveI promise I will always tryAs long as I shall live
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