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Tuesday, March 27, 2012


straight into the heart of the future...
my futile writings had me interpreting kinetic brain waves
intellegance flooded my synaptic space...
and like all things
I bit my teeth and dug my feet into the ground I had come to claim..
fame was of ill importance
and to some I only spoke in rorshack
but besides that...I was passed the blame and paradigm shifts...
past the women I used to love...
now walking skeletons...
I found hope in the bottom of this mile high city
strung out on life lessons
and blood full of tragedy.

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