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House Pest stomping around mightily after midnight, claiming this dwelling and looking for something of delight... unless someone ignites a..

Gettin' Stirred Up! twisting and turning fromwithin the soup, as we long to go rightfully yearning and burning to break free from everythin..

The Singing Stops the wind doth blow, but still, tears won't begin to surely flow, instead they're caged tightly behind a mighty w..

World In Ruins a place of higher student learning one day, then reduced to force - fed paralyzing fear & demise an..

American Dreamings unmuzzle my mouth don't i got the right to speak free (without restraint) about my religion, feelings, fears or s..

Flaming Visions coming down from those pristine skies, a bright array of flaming twinkles, falling joyously into mine own vision ..

Back To Netherworld lay me down, (never) don't lead onto thoughts-o- wonderment no vex of vixen neither, say nope ..

Sweet Like Honey lips like honey, just call me sweet taster... the busy bee 1-21-07

Cardboard Castle call it whatever you surely will, but to me this is it, my place & only worldly possession now... be it paper..

Of This Earth slave to dirt i am, unless my mind can get a-way to another place besides sleep, read or d..