woah... so effin surreal!10 out of 5 stars!
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Phil HostetlerA rose of any uttered name
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QuestionsWhy do we wish to control each other?Questions
Why do we wish to take anothers life and twist it how we see fit?
Why do we imprison? Why do we take by force that which we cannot give? Why do we forget that we are responsible in our negligence? Why do we feel so inadequate with all that we have?
Why do we feel so powerful when we are alone
and so weak within the crowd?
Why can we not communicate
what is true in our hearts?
What is it we are so afraid of?
Love and it's absolute power.
We cannot deny this.
by ~mirrormaul
Our time has comeWith all the choices we must make; every day a thousand names confusing us and contorting, our objectives have strayed. Resist with what we believe in Do not be fearful or afraid.Our time has come
Our time has come To make a stand Our time has come To understand Our time has come For consensus To take language Into our hands To speak our mind And take action.
With all the choices we must make Comes a responsibility Of distant abstract proportions Our effects unheard, unseen. With all the choices we must make We consign th
by ~mirrormaul
The Guilty GauntletInnocence is something that has to be discussed…The Guilty Gauntlet
How is it that innocence has come to be viewed as something that may be abused
for the sake of one’s self-glamorization? Why is it that when one tarnishes innocence
with violating words or actions
it is often viewed as learning a lesson?
It’s a very cold process,
akin to walking a social gauntlet
and somebody is always coming up with a new weapon
as you walk down the infinite line-
it just started out with throwing sand in your eyes, kicks and punches.
by ~mirrormaul
Procrastination AssassinationWhere in death nothing is the objective, but not before I pass a harsh gauntlet. Hallucinations of endorphins all the adrenaline the seratonin all the dopamine all the d.m.t draining from my brain all of my past dreams where in death; nothing is the objective.Procrastination Assassination
Assassinate the procrastination enjoy my life to have a good trip when I take my last breath brains still working in imagination realize illusions don't follow them to abstract thoughts I make think I'm living when really I'm dying
by ~mirrormaul
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Happy belated. *gives balloon and chocolates.*
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Carry on fighters, take your vices to the grave
A simple answer leads you, it's time to misbehave
The end is nigh, we'll reign the sky, ready for the day
And finally violence triumphs in the dirty morn we crave
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Peace, Love and Chaos.
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~## CicadaPlaydough ##~
Carry on fighters, take your vices to the grave
A simple answer leads you, it's time to misbehave
The end is nigh, we'll reign the sky, ready for the day
And finally violence triumphs in the dirty morn we crave
ah the diversity of fuck...
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Peace, Love and Chaos.
*gorges on chocolate for the endorphin overdose*
*is happy!*
thanks hun!
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Peace, Love and Chaos.
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~## CicadaPlaydough ##~
Carry on fighters, take your vices to the grave
A simple answer leads you, it's time to misbehave
The end is nigh, we'll reign the sky, ready for the day
And finally violence triumphs in the dirty morn we crave
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ah, fuck you.
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