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The General Blues c.1984-5 Again and again searching through grains of sand hoping to find that certain elixir, recovering lost bottle caps, when the silicon appears, i lose it.. To the ones who don't want or need it, I feel lost, confused, dreamy creative happy, sad stupid and...remembered. The machine grindeth me and my soul punisheth me. what is left for a tragic end To this wandering fairytale. A laugh? already done. A cry? cry alone, the energy forgotten that got you sliding... through the cycle, it'll be back beofre you know it? Where is my only One? Message to Myriads Legions of lawmakers, connecting dots in a system of warlocks and harlots, doomed for the friend day. And where thinking belongs, the devile does dwell, and so too angels of promiscuity and pleasure reel in sight and sound below, inspiriation and fiction, the clouds own confusion. Nothing, similarly is well, the streets do glimmer with radiance anew,. It seems so true that we would not know ourselvces until it was sensenlessly over and over... And when we find a way to find a way, we find we've lost all reason to search. Lowly man, thinking ego, his and no one else's, when will all wake and the roots cave inward? Smashing destiny fragile, and eggshell self-doers, ream sheep amongst them, so I end, maybe but first to those friends writing for me, my lifescript, allow me some time, I am only myself twice, say bye. Rite Now What's going on, Man, done all I've can the girl can't see what she does sweet and noble gestures, kindness loving knowledge, tenderness beautiful..wish nothing for me. Soul Related Across a silohuette seeming, lost ships and treasures transgressed, soft asylum, a pleasure of great grief alive with echoes of beauty. Points of eternity raptured sweet love of aquatic tones, lamb's breath, may show places of my dreams, true souls and aspirations of Christhood Either path chosen leads back to your eyes, Soul related always. a Goal or Something Sometimes, I wish I were a moth so I could fly. Not so much to fly but to try to attain the light. and even if i tried and never hit the light i could know i tried and then i could die sometimes i wish i were a moth so i could try and the die. after i tried especially if i died i could never ask why. sometimes i wish i were a moth or never be anything at all. When The lights go Out Last night the lights went out and I was almost scared. Like the time we ran from the heat and hid in the garbage. I searched alone in some dark, deserted space, found something really.. but couldn't place... Last night when the lights went out, i shouted for help or hurt, but didn't get the one I needed... Do you remember when the lights first went out, and we laughed at the way it looked? Do you remember how easy it was to kill yourself with sexual inuendo and its controlled substance? Last night the lights went out, I didn't even care because it's been so long. Dialogues in A minor Cousin smiling near the well, photographer uncle assumes command, and drunk dad brags away. Happy feeling and all the people laugh in unison. Answers are relative but none are needed. Watch the washed up medallion in the ocean, float acroos the universe, lost books and dollar signs wrack up in the millions and am I one? ing, am I one? Lower and lower far too lost now, Cousin smiling near the will.

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The General Blues c.1984-5 Again and again searching through grains of sand hoping to find that certain elixir, recovering lost bottle caps, when the silicon appears, i lose it.. To the ones who don't want or need it, I feel lost, confused, dreamy creative happy, sad stupid and...remembered. The machine grindeth me and my soul punisheth me. what is left for a tragic end To this wandering fairytale. A laugh? already done. A cry? cry alone, the energy forgotten that got you sliding... through the cycle, it'll be back beofre you know it? Where is my only One? Message to Myriads Legions of lawmakers, connecting dots in a system of warlocks and harlots, doomed for the friend day. And where thinking belongs, the devile does dwell, and so too angels of promiscuity and pleasure reel in sight and sound below, inspiriation and fiction, the clouds own confusion. Nothing, similarly is well, the streets do glimmer with radiance anew,. It seems so true that we would not know ourselvces until it was sensenlessly over and over... And when we find a way to find a way, we find we've lost all reason to search. Lowly man, thinking ego, his and no one else's, when will all wake and the roots cave inward? Smashing destiny fragile, and eggshell self-doers, ream sheep amongst them, so I end, maybe but first to those friends writing for me, my lifescript, allow me some time, I am only myself twice, say bye. Rite Now What's going on, Man, done all I've can the girl can't see what she does sweet and noble gestures, kindness loving knowledge, tenderness beautiful..wish nothing for me. Soul Related Across a silohuette seeming, lost ships and treasures transgressed, soft asylum, a pleasure of great grief alive with echoes of beauty. Points of eternity raptured sweet love of aquatic tones, lamb's breath, may show places of my dreams, true souls and aspirations of Christhood Either path chosen leads back to your eyes, Soul related always. a Goal or Something Sometimes, I wish I were a moth so I could fly. Not so much to fly but to try to attain the light. and even if i tried and never hit the light i could know i tried and then i could die sometimes i wish i were a moth so i could try and the die. after i tried especially if i died i could never ask why. sometimes i wish i were a moth or never be anything at all. When The lights go Out Last night the lights went out and I was almost scared. Like the time we ran from the heat and hid in the garbage. I searched alone in some dark, deserted space, found something really.. but couldn't place... Last night when the lights went out, i shouted for help or hurt, but didn't get the one I needed... Do you remember when the lights first went out, and we laughed at the way it looked? Do you remember how easy it was to kill yourself with sexual inuendo and its controlled substance? Last night the lights went out, I didn't even care because it's been so long. Dialogues in A minor Cousin smiling near the well, photographer uncle assumes command, and drunk dad brags away. Happy feeling and all the people laugh in unison. Answers are relative but none are needed. Watch the washed up medallion in the ocean, float acroos the universe, lost books and dollar signs wrack up in the millions and am I one? ing, am I one? Lower and lower far too lost now, Cousin smiling near the will.