

Ethereal Duska nuance of ethereality haunts the temporal in an occassional rendezvous with desert dusk beyond gullies, across washes, amongst the scraggy old scars of Gaia; as life emerges from it's own ancient dust and withers back whence it came in a single prolonged dreamEthereal Dusk
the disconnect reconnects, the sensation dissipated into the misguided absolution of night air past the scraping away of leftover convenience, into the corrosive flashes of beamed electrons, amidst the decrepit waking death of the new mundanity; a long sought peace slips away into the unch
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Not a Changethrough time we fly just waiting to die compounding yet always the sameNot a Change
we break down and cry as we're entranced by night sky battling yet always the same
wearing a mask upon our painted face we wander aimlessly into oblivion vowing to win this furious race but leaving perception in ruin
trying to stay sane we cry out in vain unraveling yet always the same
so despite all the pain amidst downpouring rain healing we're ready for change
wearing a mask upon our painted face we march brave


Painstaken and Paranoidstruggling along this painstaken path discovering philosophy in the prophetic words of those without patience for wisdom or time for virtuePainstaken and Paranoid
those who militantly defend, but refuse to comprehend the greater truth which penetrates and surrounds our desolate existence, in a reality far greater than our narrow minds perceive
I forge ahead with paranoid deliberation searching for a forgotten center but no soul seems capable of guidance in their states of utter disrepair
instead acting as this crutch for many I continue on, cowering from fear un
Or if I'm wrong, correct me.
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"It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say"
-Arna Bontemps
"who's the fucker who used the last of the toilet paper?"
But yeah, that's the movie.
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"It will be quiet then and we may stay long at the picket gate
But there will be less to say"
-Arna Bontemps
"who's the fucker who used the last of the toilet paper?"
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So you make a mask,
A mask that hides your face,
A face that hides the pain,
A pain that eats your heart,
A heart nobody knows."
~Bang Bang You're Dead
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