That's pretty much how life is going.


An Ode to the WriterExuberent Passion tearsAn Ode to the Writer
from its point.
It whispers to my addictive
need to create and escape This wonder weilds a bewildering imagination. Fate chooses itself with
melodic lead scratches. Nothing but liberation burns uncontrolably in its
fine tip.
I will cement my immortality
with my pencil.
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"The government stole my meds because they were radioactive, I think they wanted to get high...again"
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"The government stole my meds because they were radioactive, I think they wanted to get high...again"
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*so with this dazzle comes the dark, come will not one without the other; the rainbow as the brightest arc, comes not without the storm his brother*
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