

Like You.bohemian vagabond, radically ratifying life. so ludicrously lucridous!Like You.
sing for your supper, for tomorrow's dawn
is earnestly encroaching.
those quick to judge
think pauper Eye of the cauldron know prince
bequeath to me your
dashing sense of existance before exiting.
irrelevant and obsequious i will jump; to the moon.
no Rhapsody in honor
of you incredulity, nor shall I ever mirror your very madness.
but where is Bohemia?


...I dreamed, last night that my hair...
fell out; Dark clumps cascading to the floor. Strands of youth littered the aspen stain. I dreamed, last night with trembling maw, my teeth took leave; Craters filled with
coagulated blood. My mind grew numb; My sight grew dim; Crinkled flesh was thin as paper. And nails-brittle and decayed.
Sallow cheeks sunk into the slime of my yes


oneCircumambulating-- altruistic; yet alacritive. Further investigating cogitations ofone
old and
of new. Without warning-- everything; in its entirety- sheds its hazy
cloak. Paths intertwine, however fragile;
palpitations shared still exist. Sparks. Followed with a deafening lack of sound. Brief., Yet--metamorphisizing. Experience no
constant.constraint. Longevity is without
purport-but perhaps
The Ineffable Ultimate is not immutable.
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what is written inside of your head?
The song is brilliant..but I believe there is something more..
what is written inside of your head?
will you ever know?
will these people you make art for on this website--will they know?
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