trail blazingI’m a revolutionary who’s stopped to admire the beauty of the dead coal mine canary.trail blazing
Tweety bird was sacrificed to save lives, but where does the line between living and surviving blur into back door rituals and mischievous rendezvousing?
For the sake of learning we brake from the road to explore tunnels and caves, dark places where the sun won’t rise.
Where we connect with deeper intellect is really where our monsters lie.
Hibernating beasts breathing, and if we wake it, will our canary sing before it dies, or is the belly of a bird all we’ll have to sh
Two I's Instead of ThreeMy one eyed raven-has come to save me.Two I's Instead of Three
From my constant pursuit of reality lost my senses trying to maintain concentration on the silly little flames in the night sky
This city is a star burst on the horizon of reason,
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Only bewildering and bemusing this love of shinny things
My one eyed raven, he learned how to sing to me, and the ballad he shared both broke and bothered me. So I rattled the shoe box I kept him in, Knocked it around until I saw those shiny things again. The world spun slightly off its axis, only for a little while
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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Fashion, a passion that borders on obsession
It is not something that exists in dresses only.
It is in the sky, in the street, everywhere.
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rebelling against meaningful art since 1992
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"Hanging brightly in those heavens, heavens so close to me"
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Most of the laugh tracks that you hear on television were recorded in the early 1950s. These days most of the people that you hear laughing are dead.
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God bless,
-Jag
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"I have nothing to hide. Except my secrets." -NB
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