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Saturday, July 3, 2010

Echoes.

Echoes. I can hear them, constantly.

Echoes. Endless they are.

Echoes. Echoes.

Can you hear them too?

Echoes. Echoes.

Please, press "mute".

Echoes. Echoes.

Echoes..

Echoes of my mind.

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"Whoever you are, there is some younger person who thinks you are perfect. There is some work that will never be done if you don’t do it. There is someone who would miss you if you were gone. There is a place that you alone can fill."

— Jacob M. Braude

what if.. I were smiling and running into your arms?

Would you see then, what I see now?

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surrealism

I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

I simply love people too much

I don't believe illusions 'cause too much is real

My brain is stuck from shooting glue

it's a perfect day to throw back your head

NOTHING TO GET HUNGABOUT

send out your ray of sunshine

eat my shorts

what you gonna do, katie?

The world is still spinning and so are we and so are you

the lunatic is in my head

I wish you could step out of yourself and just look

dude, you‘re a cohen now

darling, your head‘s not right

To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.

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