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| i hear those old familiar sounds
and the memories flow
i miss the ways it was
i miss the smell
i miss the people
i miss the times
i missed completely
life is good... love is good... lunchables pizzas are way too good...
so from up here you look pretty damn small
pretty damn small
and if you want me to come down just hold your breath
and know you suffocated waiting for me to get low
to bad ill just stay so high
NNIIFFF
FFFIINN
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| what do you do when you have hit rock bottom and there is nothing above you
stagnant i stay in the shadows of this concrete cage
there is no more for me here than there is for me there
CONSTANT MOTHER FUCKING TURMOIL I TELL YOU
FINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFINFIN
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"Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy
condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness
experiencing itself subjectively. There is no such thing as death, life
is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves."
so yeah
this weekend was a minor success
- got a new deck courtesy of brandon honeycut
- skated allen and accidentally bumped into some pros Rune Glifberg was there from the flip team and they had a pretty amazing product toss i got an es banner the size of my bed
- told my parents about my moving out plans and they were cool with it
- got my car back lets just hope it lasts this time lol no wrecks
pretty amazing
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
And blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
But the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song...
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