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I love music like a fat kid loves cake. It's the only true way of expressing the muddled up crap we call feelings. Idealistically, I'm a realist. Realistically, I'm an idealist. Overall, I think too much and too philosophically. Venture into the stream of insanity I call my consciousness and take it, as everything, with a grain of salt. The size (and type) of that grain is yours to decide.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

How do you live life? The ultimate question

To Live Life

Screaming
Incense stirs
Pouring
Tearing through dirt
Alive

Pools of foam
Fringed
Chocolate brown
Notice
See the life

Valleys
Fields of poppy
Roses
White on skies
Breathe

Rubbed raw skin
Ringlets
Textured uneven
Pricks
Feel the warmth

Canyons
Without rain
Rounded
Sounds of echoes
Pounding

Senses mixing
Shatter
Spread the wings
Crash
Break the water
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