Crossing chasms Like we have wings Drawn to the dark Where eerie songs sing Something humming In our heads Moths to flame Thrillseeking We soar Over meadows on Horses cybernetic Pounding rubber hoof And kicking up dust A battle cry A reason to fly No more than Because we soar
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No More Heroes – Journal 7/3/17
I’ve accidentally just done some math that says if I play my cards perfectly, I’ll have grown to an audience of over 15,000 by the end of this year. With the exponential growth of this place I would still be surprised to, but I’m staying humble. No one got anywhere with great expectations, Mr. Dickens.Continue reading “No More Heroes – Journal 7/3/17”
Teardrop Shapes
The way you look On top of me You’re my nicotine It’s dim inside But your shapes Stand out You’re all the feeling I’m feeling Experience itself Teardrop hips And narrow lines When you rise And stretch above me I can feel The scars On your back From when You had wings
Consume Reality! 