September 2012
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In the Flowers
Met a dancer Who was high in a field From her movement Caught my breath on my way home Couldn’t stop that sprinning force I felt in me Everything around seemed to giggle glee She walked up with a flower and I cared Got a dancer Who gets wild to the beats of record rhythms But I’m always away for weeks That pass slow my Mind gets lost Feeling envy for the kid who’ll dance despite...
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Me: funny isn't it?
Me: what is?
Me: Everything
Skulls are hot right now. Hot skulls. Say skulls. “skulls”… Weird word eh.
Go to sleep and meet empty dreams. White paper dreams
Nothing dreams
Onward goes the machine
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psych0psilocybin:
I remember I was in like grade 2 and I met a girl named Emilie but when I saw how she spelt it I thought it was wrong and tried to call her out on it saying its spelt ‘Emily’. She kept saying she didn’t and so I hit her in the face. I was such a sassy bitch.
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