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giant impact
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within you
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Damned if We Don't
We've gained an inch in recognition While losing miles, to the global warm. What happens when the well's run dry, You'll sow the seeds,And they'll refuse to grow. What happens when the birds won't fly, The seasons changed,And they've nowhere to go. You pump the fish out into the Ocean, They're lost it seems, with no…
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Borrowed 1
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I believe
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don't ask
one time walk one time not rhinoceros and I see what can bee seen like great pink oh all these giraffes the ducks that wade and make a big mess take my luck and innocence with all I feel tastes so fucked up
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Warm Wood
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The Smooth River Stones
I walk with the sunset-- always going down. the glowing rocks beneath my feet look like your eyes, the day that you drowned. The endless flatness here in east Texas. Oh God, oh my God, I miss the mountains so. The day after I got the news that you drowned in the Yellowstone River, I walked down to a gravel pit, and I felt…
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vlkolam live in garage
hex´s drone & rock´n´roll live@garage in Slovakia, one of the few countries where pearl jam never played. more in the videos. https://player.vimeo.com/video/105482829 http://vimeo.com/105527589
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Otherness
like a cat climbing up both sides of the fence was it like this the last time bordering up to jewels, changing everything itsn 't that better? isn't it ungraceful the glare of sun on itchy eyes and tighter clothes bright and tight and clawing I said clothing will I find you like this when i go there again you know that…
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drug and alcohol abuse poetry
days daze they been melting away i don’t remember i don’t remember new shoes… so holy now shuffling away trying sidewalks’ holes are veins existence eats away concrete and steel from my throat and dope while the salvation army feeds all the lost undead needing living
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poem: ... (8/18/2014)
wonder where does my mind swerve in order to be? her's i know as a further opening longer than sky's doorway-throat i sit here in comfortable eccentric daylight with a name a appointment following symbols across the ages the calling of one's star this loving energy thriving deep inside does only one thing the begging to be…
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"Beware"
Become the stars in your mind. Reflecting the last light across the horizon. Knowing the dreamer has not died. And this is never ending. These stories within stories. Always meeting in the middle. Yet we stand on the shorelines. Waiting for the tides to recede. As we slowly fade away.
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Memories
Moon circles lights the sky I wish you were here to share this memory It's empty now you taught me how to fly Now I'm lost at sea (From my song, 'memories' for my mum, www.planetaryspirals.com .)
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Non PJ related, Awesome new Soundgarden posters
Check out these new Soundgarden posters, Woodlands is my fave. The art is amazing! http://kylersharp.com/shop/
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Three days
There are three days left before work steals my mind again before I’m gone, dead, silent, KAPUTZ! like a loud flare sent up, I’ll be shot out of a cannon. A burst of light and then an empty shell littering the ground my days will be so crammed full of people that I’ll have no space to think about mourning a rocket sent to…
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not today
All of sudden my house looks neat &tidy at the thought of having to pack it all in,not today... My tolerance for stuff grows exponentially larger as the time grows near Will it be a simple task of dedication to packing a’ la Andy Warhol or Sorting before packing and doing the Martha Stewart thing, Box of keepers, box of…
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Owed to Ozzie
I’m pissed… off…like the foul weather that is consuming my brain, drain, drain, drain, G-d-damned sink-hole greased up with Cheeky Monkey’s offal Cloudy clearly not, Just the leavings of an oaken cask et tui makes three, e, no Just one, the second time around the d-g legs a terrible trick Fiddling around, the bend is now…
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you almost you almost
it's almost like it's all mixed up the forest and the greens and the rain are all one the visions are one you're the thoughts you and your breath, your voice what is taking me in solid wind of train I feel the roots plowing up from ground circular when you lose the sense of this you gain the one moment when presented with…
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As a blur-by-view
To be understood as a person not as a character in a flat story or as a sand-sized split second impression flat-surface, black and white people do it, simplify, best-guess story everything we see, everything we hear we sift through it all try to make sense so natural, big eyes, big ears everyone does it! to make sense of…