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The AtriumSetting, it provides the mood for any occasion. / the view of our city, an atrium of sorts that grows our inhibitions to a height of expression. / Bonding loose sand and and suppressed emotions into a compressed conglomerate of realization.
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Jun 18, 2013
Dream onIt hit me harder than a freight train, so overwhelmed I forget to breathe. My eyes open up. / The clouds have a glaze that for lack of a better word I must call heavenly. they expand and overlap to the end of the earth like a highway for our intellectual being. The sun is protruding but just in a slit. The bugs will crawl, don't forget they exist. I'm at one with the rocks, cactus and trees. Each cactus has eyes visible from far away. Black and purple with an LED tint. The cactus army surrounds us with their many sets of arms and agrees upon our passage. Stratus clouds to the west open up in 3D, a spiral wave leads into a tunnel. If you want to know what's on the other side you've got to go up there. The taste in my mouth is a little hard to stand. Water, i drink it down. A fifteen minute pow wow. The people were laughing, some had bikes. The bugs keep on moving and this stick is so **** soft. The clouds dance to the music just as fast as clouds can while we all worship the sun. The trees became mobile; visiting other homes as if time were elapsed Millions of years condensed into a matter of seconds. The clouds aren't the same. The bugs take a break from crawling i can hear them all laugh. I remember i can stand, stand so tall there's a world behind us, beyond that rocky wall. It's similar but different. The clouds are not the same.
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Nov 29, 2011
GarnishAn angel transposed as a being. So innocent. Always staying far from corruption. / she traded teddy bears for a bible and holds it just as tight. / They say if you believe something with all your heart that it must be true.
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Nov 29, 2011
ApathyEmbrace pain / Not a good person / Hate without knowing, jealousy is the gift of the inferior
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Nov 29, 2011
Frosted windowsI don't know what you have to give but like an army ranger i'm ready for what's in store. / i've got this cold feeling that you've got me on my knees. Bruised and battered begging for more. / In the winter snow i feel at home, your cold shoulder underneath my open arms.
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Nov 29, 2011
TreelineKick push. / Dig your toes in / your heels too.
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Nov 29, 2011
Jar of HopeI remember when the sun grew gardens inside my heart. / I formed the land and put my all into growing. / But the trees don't grow if the rain doesn't fall.
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Nov 29, 2011
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