The Vulgar Musings of a Restless Soul
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Fleeting; Silent
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Tick Tock
the marrow in my bones sighs
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People's souls are often lost in translation.
This Is Now
That is where the darkness stops.
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So, why is your shadow crying, now?
Careful, now
Solo
And, take a step to the side
What to do with my Sundays?
And then, it hit me
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Little Drummer Boy
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in the darkness, only you are there
'Happy' Place
Dedication
Chapter One: The Stabbing
To Be Muted & Alone
Lost Souls Loved
The Scene
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I conquer. Conquer I.
'Tomorrow's come too soon.'
Bet on Black
It's your turn down
Simplicity?
The Demise
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'Feelin' pretty is so hard'
'Fairweather Johnson'
How would I shape others?
Striving & Thriving
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It's a day I'm glad I survived
Let me be the one
'Down the Cave of Mind... Hypnosis'
Ever?
Does Every Thing Eat Its Own?
This Ain't A Warning
The silence drives me crazy
Die young and save yourself
Let me alone to be my One of Desultory
You're my soul's grated down, settle for less, sta...
"My soul has grown deep like the rivers," - Langst...
Is complete knowledge of the world ever to be atta...
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Thursday, October 16, 2008
Little Drummer Boy
Your death is near.
Just one more rat-a-tat-tat.
And, you'll be blown to smitherines.
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