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I am the mountain man. I am the shifting sands. I am the laughter through gritted teeth, I am the squint of concentration, I am the missing piece and the stone that won't roll. I am the Zeit Ghost. I am the Underwerewolf. I am the Pseudonami. I am not what you say I am, until I say: "I Am." I am the Red Sun Samurai. I am the Locomotive Provocateur. I am the bones of kings and slaves. I am the breath of the wind in the trees. I am the Electrocuted Interlocutor. I am the whip of the matador. I am sunken cities in the swamp. I am Firestarter.          Spark Guarder. I am the assembly line whereby the machine reproduces. I am capitulated capitalism. I am the captain of the sky ship to                                                         Ghost Country. I am a natural amphetamine          a synthetic homeopathic          a cure for the sad             curation for the lost             death for the solid and unchanging. I am the mask of roots. I am a treehouse full of books. I am the sword in the daytime. I am the Day Waker, the Cloud Shaker the Continent Unmaker, the Deep Laker the childhood of broken dreams and unbreakable boulders. Half-slumbering in your living room. One eye on your joy, the other searching for answers to the unanswerable question of: where did it go? Fully alive, pacing the gravestones kisses to flowers in the new moon and a pocketful of reality checks. Helping you let go of everything                                         Holding you back. Hoping you'll hold onto me.
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
The Glue (In Search of a Pseudonym) [Ideas for a One-HuMan-Band]
I am the mountain man. I am the shifting sands. I am the laughter through gritted teeth, I am the squint of concentration, I am the missing piece and the stone that won't roll. I am the Zeit Ghost. I am the Underwerewolf. I am the Pseudonami. I am not what you say I am, until I say: "I Am." I am the Red Sun Samurai. I am the Locomotive Provocateur. I am the bones of kings and slaves. I am the breath of the wind in the trees. I am the Electrocuted Interlocutor. I am the whip of the matador. I am sunken cities in the swamp. I am Firestarter.          Spark Guarder. I am the assembly line whereby the machine reproduces. I am capitulated capitalism. I am the captain of the sky ship to                                                         Ghost Country. I am a natural amphetamine          a synthetic homeopathic          a cure for the sad             curation for the lost             death for the solid and unchanging. I am the mask of roots. I am a treehouse full of books. I am the sword in the daytime. I am the Day Waker, the Cloud Shaker the Continent Unmaker, the Deep Laker the childhood of broken dreams and unbreakable boulders. Half-slumbering in your living room. One eye on your joy, the other searching for answers to the unanswerable question of: where did it go? Fully alive, pacing the gravestones kisses to flowers in the new moon and a pocketful of reality checks. Helping you let go of everything                                         Holding you back. Hoping you'll hold onto me.
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26/Dutch
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:37 PM UTC
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