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How many dicks in a hundred Richards? How many women to take one picture? Seven red cats on my garden statue Since when did you get so fa..

This was meant to be a song but my creativity is fleeting

In 24 years my mind’s been rewired From the heights of acceptance, to the depths of questions From the peak of youth, to the pit of..

So it’s the aftermath of destiny, they misplaced my gravity When all the leaves are gone, don’t feel so tread upon The tired, us..

Ankles and legs, ankles and legs Twisting and sliding unto the sky Not one whoever sought to beg But now I do and I do not lie Wri..

Am i hearing right? You’d disappear into the ice of the night Without a word or a mention Oh f**k, NO it’s not TOO much tensi..

Your water surface mirror froze My thirst for mystery still grows F**k it. Psychedelic. That’s the answer To my love, my life, my c..

Should i be hearing the muffling of my neck bones every time i twist my head? Should you be declining the passage of fog through the clearing..

Today is yesterday’s unknown Tomorrow is today unthrown Be my today Be my today For tomorrow I could be gone August be my..

H-elp the bird E-ndorsements don’t work L-ittle jungle speck L-istens so well O-r not, as far as i can tell G-reat to see y..