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FlotsamRise and fall through crests and troughs the swell and ebb and giving up. (he hurt me...)Flotsam
Bile and foam a long vapor trail away eyes of sea begging a memory (she hurt me...)
What ocean bore her, burning of choices, until the grit of dawn fell sparse on the sand... (please hurt me...)
...to begin the tempest again?
BioI used to have religion, and then I began to read. I used to read Voltaire, but I abandoned him for Sartre. And when Sartre got too depressing, I burned them all and swore I’d never believe in anything. Not heaven, not hell; not the world, not my senses; and not even my own existence or even Heisenberg’s insecure and inscrutable atoms. I would not believe that I could believe or could not believe. I would not think at all.Bio
Days waxed and waned in bumps of eternity, still unlanced after so much festering. Time unraveled at my fingertips, and then betrayed me. It shed from my skin, my hair, leaving me with the tinge of wrinkles an
lots of new stuff!
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"Who tells u not to part from the herd? The wolf or the herd ?"
What makes you perfect for me ? Your flaws.
For More.
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"Who's going to believe a talking head? Get a job in a sideshow..."
-My idol, Herbert West.
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"I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea."
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AVE na przetrwanie- na otarcie łez!
Człowieku będzie dobrze- raczej dobrze jest!
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"I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea."
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AVE na przetrwanie- na otarcie łez!
Człowieku będzie dobrze- raczej dobrze jest!
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AVE na przetrwanie- na otarcie łez!
Człowieku będzie dobrze- raczej dobrze jest!
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