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Seems Like a RideThis is very surreal, it must be a dream / Falling and falling through thick hot steam / Hitting some sort of surface, I stop to catch my breath

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Aug 31, 2010

Running out of InkI lost a part of me; the part that made me whole / I have the milk, I have the cereal, but somehow I lost the bowl / The pen I write with seems to have run out of ink

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Aug 24, 2010

FadedIntoxicated by a sense of liberation while unconscious static fills my brain / I may be sleep walking in some sort of confusion but I know you are someone to gain / Time is an illusion, just a dancing play of shadow and light

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Aug 23, 2010

Illusion of an IllusionI am an intersecting kaleidoscope of being / What lies beneath me may or may not be worth seeing / I find myself sleep walking in confusion

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Aug 23, 2010

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