Rolling down into hell.
chadwick
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Drop down, rolling way down, desert like mountain.
Inside all of madness.
Grab your balls, hang on, it is on.
Hell, I follow here.
Hell, has taken air away, captured freedoms.
Four directions, all unclean, fully overloaded.
Bending senses wander aimlessly amongst all uninspired mazes breathing utter chaos into throat.
A peaceful relief only exists at never-ending exit.
Red-light.
Inside all of madness.
Grab your balls, hang on, it is on.
Hell, I follow here.
Hell, has taken air away, captured freedoms.
Four directions, all unclean, fully overloaded.
Bending senses wander aimlessly amongst all uninspired mazes breathing utter chaos into throat.
A peaceful relief only exists at never-ending exit.
Red-light.
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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