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White lines divide the room Segmenting my vision The powder hangs in the air While things scurry in the shadows Fibrous fingers brushing skin ..

The mountains are burning and the storms here have been amazing... The smell of smoke while it rains does strange things to a mans mind..

Perception and interpretation Seem fluid Rolling from solid to formless In a matter of moments Never settling for long Something harmles..

He wandered though the house Enjoying all the sights The things on the walls They were all unique, foreign Nearly unnatural Drawings and pa..

Words fall, sprinkling the earth, Spattering ink over the dry walls Leaving the hotel room blank page Rorschached in their landing The craters w..

Hidden in the shadows They lurk and scuttle Moving from one dark spot to the next Skulking Hunched shuffling A small bent figure Runs from ..

I got drunk on easter sunday. It was very religious, and this was the end outcome. Except for the fractured nose... That was way later...

Hollow eyes opened to the evening And there was something abnormal below the surface Some new feeling had grown during the resting hours Bringing l..

There are the intellectuals The philosophers They know the books There are the lovers The poets They know the words There are those who ..

And as the smoke settled I found I could open my eyes In the dirt Resting atop the soil These things have no use They have no purpose Ext..