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The incessant bellowing in my skull

I wish i could describe the madness. the need to create as the will to live. The will to survive as who one really is. In consolidation of pain whether in a misunderstood painting or a beautiful bastard child.
We are creators
...In creation lies the truth...

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Mom

Taking a long unhealthy pull on a flagon of didactic misery

mystery sigh ah nahra

i am and it is thus

here here there there its all the same to me. There is a certain oneness to ambiguity.We are all one with the hole.

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Dad

I wait for intellectual familiarity on the darkest street of my jaded mind so i may cast lilting rose petals on the cores of their incendiary hearts...The myth of Sisyphus is my hair shirt...

carb uncle

constrictive musings: like the cauterization of ones seminal vescicles

I walk the beach at sunrise. Counting cigarette butts in the sand. We could say"The world is our ashtray" and people will laugh, tossing another butt onto the planets surface then pissing off a bridge into pristine water thinking it so very cool...I like to piss from very high places...like from the tops of skyscrapers into noon hour traffic...
anybody need a light?


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