February 2013
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September 2012
5 posts
August 2012
4 posts
July 2012
9 posts
June 2012
1 post
May 2012
2 posts
March 2012
2 posts
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somebody tell adam he needs to focus
February 2012
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pine box
when I die, bury me in a pine box. no shoes, no suit, no sheets.
just a not from me to my maker, that reads “am I finally free?”.
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January 2012
4 posts
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wake or die (instrumental) →
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dirt (instrumental) →
December 2011
4 posts
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dark matter (instrumental) →
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I am too depressed to be funny, too funny for...
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November 2011
30 posts
When all else fails, feed them to the wolves.
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Still Sleep Walking...
The sleep merchant offers me an escape through dream breaks
Wrinkles in time replace wrinkles on face
Ease into liquid, that milky embrace
Let the cold black moon swallow my fate
Follow my feet to the creek of my youth, where ghost inhabit my memories now they’re all dressed like enemies
Strange how perceptions can change when the root of the problem has always stayed the same
I...
Listen
Sleep Walking
Sleep, walking again. In love with the challenge.
Remove my voice box and speak with my talons.
Listen intently. Intense wrestling.
Torn between suicide and counting these blessings.
One (little). Two (little). Three (little) death traps.
Cancer in my soul again. No time to stress that.
Step back, take off, no place to rest at.
Things ain’t been the same since the day that my neck snapped.
Bitter...
Are you pondering what I am pondering?
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