| opening_doors | ||
| spilt_milk | and closing hearts, slipping out into the heat to take away the thoughts of idleness and try to break out of this damned funk. drinking sweat and feeling my sight fade, coming close to blacking out, a good escape, then to lie in bed high off the body toxins produced, seeing the world as a beginner god must, only to crash into reality and seek a solution to the impending silence again | 050725 |
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| misstree |
to run through them running away from too much and not seeing the beauty of the gilded handle |
050726 |
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| hsg | OD_on_perception | 050727 |
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| z | the doors of perception | 050728 |
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| hsg |
finally cleansed infinite. clear. endless supply of windex. and a lint-free attitude. |
050804 |
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| three words | duly opening_doors squeeky | 061002 |