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Circular collage of eclectic identities, A cultural turntable spinning the Perimeter of empty space. Ideology of a foreign perspec..

Child of earthly delight, Child of dust and starlight, Through your Sylvan wilderness, The night may creep & crawl, Yet your inner light C..

I now realize that I am a horrible person. People, objects and currency mean nothing to me. Pity is a black hole. Friends and family a..

I sit I stare 5 10 15 Trains of thought The frontier The factory Clock in Clock out 20 25 30 5 fingers 5 to..

Curios, quirks and delirium Tales, memories and blackness Rumor, hearsay and trepidation Violence and defiant resignation We have run to t..

Not interested bad person made mistakes issues all too aware Never learned the rules whatsoever I made my own survival Despondency is my br..

Blood laps at my feet, A squandered soul on a sanguine shore. Once, you appeared to me, Called to me and whispered my name. ..

A deck of soul cards falling from the blackest sky, “Off with her head!” screams the reddest of them all, She looks up on high as..

Are monsters really real? Are the monsters really monsters? When I was a child I lived with a monster, And he was real. A..

“A man agrees with God as a raindrop agrees with the storm.” Anon. Son of the morning embracing a delirious dawning, Spi..