How can this really be happening? why not, just a quick slap on the wrist? Up at the stand, I have no justification yet, you
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easier than words
Brush to the oil paint, color to the canvas gracefully and magically making emptiness vanish. The visions in the mind manufacturing begins, regurgitation of essence
Cherish brevity. Covet not quixotic.
Our fists clenched, shaking ’em at the sky, with a flood of irrational emotions, we cry. Damn this existence of human life’s brevity, We marvel
It’s okay to shut up
Why be, if you cannot just be? why look, if you cannot see? why bother, if you do not care? keep your foot in your
The Impending Pendulum
This evening’s sunlight finally subsides candlelight cast eerie shadows onto the wall a moons rise and decline, inspiring the tides seems much faster, as if
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 