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radical changes await through the tunnel on the brink of cremation, follow the apostle lurid they trudge through the gulches of wonderland ..

Love is a gift...

truth is a disguise, it lies chaos is growing rampant as my heart sings an empty tune saying it's final good-bye's your possession aquired and ..

a window, wet glass draped in slumber can you hear me, with your eyes? revise... the blushing color of eight, no lies, they leave a bitter..

palm to palm an eternal dance disclosing the true nature of circumstance a masquerade ball of simulated fury masked in denial and intangibili..

crescent moon in Orion's orchard above euphoric streams of meandering thoughts turning ripples and riddles into woven conciousness of vulnerabi..

I remember when the sky looked blue and grass tickled between my toes I used to sit and admire the rain never curious to where time goes I remem..

sharp penetrationof former obligations deny us thepassto new destinations sensations.. binding essencewith harsh reality stuffingrhyme and reasoni..

neurosis in alliancemy willing compliance an electric reliance inseminating a streamfull of insolence... encore reaction just a distraction the ..

petulant diffractionof mystical distractionmy attraction a hydrolysis of perfect abstraction the taste of hypnosiswith a hint of synopsisdecantere..