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One more drag on that damn fag one more puff of smoke one more breath of death (i’m addicted)
life crumbles into pixilated
monstrosities as I lose myself more and more— eternally life is death in this world.
Crawl out of bed One more sip of my drink one more shot of caffeine one more mouthful of destruction Buzzingearsbodiesbounce eyesstarttotrail -trace- lines around and around crazy circles
One more look at that Beauty one more taste of that skin &nbs


Title-lessEverything is white like fresh fallen snow befoer anyone sees it. Pure white in theTitle-less
moonlight. All white, but the crimson death that covers your soft feathered wings ... I guess even angels can
Die-- Of heartache.


A discussionof Purpose, ChangeWhat is a pot? but a vessel to hold, and if tipped sideways is it's purpose not broken and thus with the loss of its meaning it's name misplaced. For isn't it no longer a pot, once it is fallenA discussionof Purpose, Change
and made put into the garden not to hold,
but to be, something with no name.
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"I have never taken a picture for any other reason than that at that moment it made me happy to do so."
-Jacques-Henri Lartigue
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and all the mysteries that you keep to yourself
are all the miseries that you hide from the world
and you'd die just to get what you want
but what for?
Hi just thought i say something ^-^
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"There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet. To know, to kill, to create."
Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII
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