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The perceived innocence of 19 year olds,
gypsy kings playing on the radio, the silence
is broken, by the grasp of heavy breathing,
there are no more barriers, that one can see,
however a wall inbetween, the clothes of
the conscious mind... cloaks the beauty
hides the beast... when will once ever realise
in the search of the ultimate high... it is all completely
n solely rests in the mind... the mind of the innocence
and the reality of the perceived notion... such beauty in life
always in love... always in love... always in love...

Stuffs

The fleeting thoughts of randomness...
walking in the captive consciousness,
am I always on some substance?
or is it just part of my perfect existence,
of perception randomness,
i write for sanity, i shoot because i am crazy
obsession contraction involvement perception perfection

Always keep it in one direction...

Remember the days of Rock & Roll....
of spiffs & flim noir... the lights of a
bygone era... i am in love again... the
doors... the deadheads... led zepplin &
more... jim morrison & palema courson...

the rolling stones... leonard cohen and 

the miracle.... the future is murder.... 

guns and roses... slash and his snakes... 

The poet, the bard, and his muse...

ARRGGHHHH... I need my fix... i am so fucked...
where are the spiffs