Some laugh
Some cry
Few fly high
Some swim deep
They seep through the land
A treasure cove
They all desire
Moments of glimmer
They all hope
Some find
Some pretend
Some try
Some just write…
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fOrMula for pEaCe...?
All that memories leave behind is a stained ashtray…
Iam the magician..the world is my hat.
Who says iam colorblind…I had acid for breakfast…
I got not one face...I got many a day
'...hiGhway to hELL...'
...a rambling fancy...
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- thE bLuE TRaiN...
- ....a wanderer.... among minds sitting pretty upon a pile of trials...them dreaming what is wrong on either sides...
"I think that in human evolution it has never been as necessary to have this substance…It is just a tool to turn us into what we are supposed to be."- Hofman speakin about his problem child.... on his 100th birthday. Jan 11, 2006.
fOrMula for pEaCe...?
quote unquote...
All that memories leave behind is a stained ashtray…
Iam the magician..the world is my hat.
Who says iam colorblind…I had acid for breakfast…
I got not one face...I got many a day
All these beautiful fairies gonna disappear someday…
You don't need a camera to etch memories
At times, I do get lost on a straight road...only sometimes
You don't need a camera to etch memories
My alcohol is spiked with happiness
Can't help but feed my malnourished mind with your evil ways
'...hiGhway to hELL...'
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