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Live outside of time.
Don’t buy the idea of a dream
Live freely in the hours of our days
For we are only promised this moment
Don’t buy into the dream
Dreams exist free in the moments we take
Sometimes granted,
Sometime for granted
Time is not granite
Time is not clouds
Time is not breath
Or death
Time is a dream
And we dream all the time
We live outside of time
We live to dream
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My hills are alive with Sweet simplicity.
Snake rivers kiss my cool ankles with their ticking crystal tounges.
Immersed, i swim i smile.
Memories become pebbles smooth with the current of time, though such small pebbles are still so beautiful.
On long days of loneliness i know i can skim my stone on the mirror creek and watch each kiss create a ripple of wonder that reaches every part of me.
Reminding me of all this beauty. All this beauty in me.


he was in truth a dope feind and a shameless thieving whore with a bad whiskey jones and the morals of a slut on acid… H S Thompson, songs of the doomed… he knew me too well.
Give em hell down there ya bastRd.
I still hope a plane falls on your house… and yes I will feel bad about it, but I’ll get through it    :

been up since 4am, covered in bug bites… Itchy, but no bugs in the room… o_0)

Whyat I learned from today’s newspaper… there is nothing poetic about telling people your a poet…

Just be
Be happy