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Memory like brush strokes, a museum of longing....

Listen Technicolored dream screen Conditioned glob of a thing Synchronicity / listen / closer Our electric sanity ..

The impetus Of being Always on the run Through pinwheel eyes Those standing by The mystic roadways -- (the) river Blu..

Palms in polished phrases Upon your body -- a tour After we've sweat-spoken Zip codes of zippers, zoos, Zones of you Undulations of flesh The ..

What it must be like, I barely can recall How pebbles wedged themselves In the skins of those living low in makeshift huts Mountain climbing garbag..

A secret, sunrise, alien, hearth, proud

---INDIFFERENCE--- As if a brief farewell wish Scrawled brusquely Smeared thus Scarlett's bruise Serious fists Detach..

You are a pebble dropped in the pond of life, No matter how big or small, What ripples you create will return to you in Kind. You cannot deny even..

Don't get me Started On religion When my church Is Always Been Love While the world Is worshipping, Business of self And I will not Be mov..

Short and sweet.