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Psychonaut
Within a cold enclosure, Balanced on a toe, While falling slowly, With eyes wide shut, receiving, Oh sacred vacuum of devotion.
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“…Your spirit is the wind,
For scarlet sails and lucid dreams of oceans…”
Just a thought
Exploring how a thought is conceived.
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Fuck the star dust, chime my bones, skin stretch a drum, my skull, hollow and dull to amplify the rhythms of an organic beat. Score…
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The limit of my extroverted personality, is aligned to the pity of my audience, because that’s how I compromise into my game, my manipulation. I…
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Adversity, ointment of the triumphant.
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Today I want to be all my fears and everything they bring along.
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The organic aspect of my oeuvre, comes in great part from inexperience, ignorance and self-motivation based on an enormous lack of approval.
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That’s the yeast of your problems, my loaf.
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