Indeed, life is for living. Burn brightly! Both day and night, blazing way to find. Every pore, every thought we have, an electrified flame of being. Hell a cheap, phony duplication. Each of us, born of blessed starlight. Greater the divine fuel as we move on.
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Like a Vesperian night,
shrouded in indigo and crimson,
the city's dark beauty seeps into my pores,
a madonna of mayhem,
her lovely visage a canvas of chaos etched in splendor and decay
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12 march 2019 1:34 PM
A 60's thought in 2019
This cotten world breaths and absorbs the life that we excrete from our pores. We work we run we play and at night we trip through our dreams. Sweating away our soul until nothing is left but this empty shell wrapped in this cotton world.
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Beauty is nature, ugliness is sham perception of fleshy eye lacerated with keeness for visual corporeal thrill.
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