HollowI am a shell, I am empty.Hollow
I see through these eyes, but cannot remember the sights, I cannot think back to the past, to what has happened; for it blurs as it happens.
I am lost.
Not seen or heard of by self.
It's becoming hard to keep holding on, but I will try.
This is all I can do; try -- to continue, to succeed, to impress, to live.
To keep living.
In a NightUnder, I cannot remember with crystal clarity any image I saw on that night but the people say I was not myself as I spoke with whispers into the ear of a stranger a name, an idea.In a Night
With emptied bottles of the golden brown liquid I was sliding through hallways idiotically speaking with slur and slowed pace and somehow I spoke my mind for once said a few words; compliment.
My friends told me of what I had done done wrong, and how I managed in some small way to socially succeed funny how intoxication can relax the mind and allow loose, pathetically
Allies, All Liesliving on the lines of the parallel lies in between the great divide of life and all its tiesAllies, All Lies
connected by each and every word written, spoke, or merely thought intentions put in the worst of places hiding the truth once worn on faces
bridging the gap between the fault of human error; to err or not to be the protestation to the lie to try to fight, but remaining only a try
political pressure bearing down baring the truth still not found economic loss after stepping off the cross and being able to stop all the costs; at all cost
Above, Out, Beyonddarkness clouds these city streets where people, once, used to be living through their lively lies and ignoring their imposing tragediesAbove, Out, Beyond
thriving on the suffering everybody who breathes, breathing and forgetting their own depressing little lives they live, not living
but for themselves they planned their rise to get above, out, beyond the rest of everyone stuck behind in the world they did detest
if fear could say one word to them it would be one said with a grin as it knew it had won this awful game, no longer fun
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my anti-drug
The enemy wants your cheese. They want your sausage. And your balls, too." - Bourdain
im really glad you like my gallery!
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im glad you like my gallery
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"Brilliance is typically the act of an individual, but incredible stupidity can usually be traced to an organization."
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<(0.o)>[Death Begins When Imagination Ends]<(o.0)>
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Be still my trembling hands, for how you would tremble if you knew where I would take you next.
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Be still my trembling hands, for how you would tremble if you knew where I would take you next.
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Be still my trembling hands, for how you would tremble if you knew where I would take you next.
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Visit my conceptual gallery.. [link]
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Be still my trembling hands, for how you would tremble if you knew where I would take you next.
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I invite you to my gallery
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One who does not sacrifice anything cannot achieve anything
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dive, dive, die with me, underwater butterfly...
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the devil's hands have been busy
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