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My Spirit is a path built in the Cascades. Tectonic plates. It adheres to a dream where I’ve floated above the trail, without pain, not worrying about the forest. The seasons stilled and the river is silent. In this sleep, … Continue reading →
Feel free to make representations out of your own fiction. Be careful when you make representations of someone else’s truth.
When you’re young, You’re questioned “What are you going to do with your life?” When you’re old, You may still be questioning “What am I going to do with my life?” You are a stretch of Answers…… Done.
If guns are present tense and Hate is present tense, then The future is presently in tension If guns were past tense, and Hate was past tense, then The future will have progressed perfectly
When a belief is Devoid of love Then… We must question how A belief is loved Lest its passion Confuses conviction…. With hate
You are my only someone new It’s time to move on… To only you.
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, should be A bird in the hand is worth two poops on your fingers, meaning You think you’re the shit, but actually you are a piece of shit. … Continue reading →
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