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The open cold city streets. They aren't the same as home. These people that pass me, They don't look at me the same. Empty pages, reflect empty ..

In the midst of this darkening desert, the scream of the butterfly is heard, echoing from the canyon walls. The deep haunting howl of the wolf min..

Monsters aren't they all. Spinning past like tops. Blurred is this world. Destroyed. With blood on my hands. I know what I've done. The town i..

Listening to the beatles trying to deal with my dumbness.

Hmm have you ever listened to the Beatles version of "Girl," granted the one from the across the universe is good but the beatles is so much..

Remembering a lost piece that I wrote forever and a day ago. I know it's short, but I feel like I reached my point.

Sun beating down, Upon my desert skin. A voice calling me, To the end. Visions escaping my Weary mind. All this time that Was destroyed by D..

Summer in the city. Lines formed outside the clubs. Smoke swirls into the universe. Screaming on stage. This is the land of the Fabeled "..

Shadows fall upon my face. As I watch them dance in a daze. A couple hits of lsd, and a fourth of shrooms, a joint in hand. Hippy tripping. Wal..

Sights and sounds, In the soul of downtown. People laughing, People passing, These empty yet full streets. The last memory of a dream. Etched in..