Definition.With the stillness of the convex cristal you live in, look to your left and start to shout. Because you know what you wait for. Because you know what you creep for. The metric of your mind starts to vanish between the dreams of the millions of souls that inhabit your body. Every time deeper into your poorness of spirit, you start to vanish. With no way out. No way out. There's nothing you can do. There's nothing you can say. Everything's done, everithing's said. Who knows how many times I warned you. Who knows how many times I warned myself. Everything suddendly becomes aDefinition.
Prayer.Trust your mind conceive with your hands the perfect prayer. Raise your voice, raise a prayer sing with the wind let your arms hit the ground and drowned in a sea of oblivion and pleasure resign to keep motionless, restless. In constant movement the sun burns your back while the moon saves me. October moon in your yellow light halo you offer me a trip that with a numb mind I accept, and my stiff body firm in the ground vanishes and goes with the sweet moon. In the remains of my eyes your face reflects itself &nbsPrayer.
AloneI come alone. With no soul my body ventures my burning eyes,Alone
watching alternate reality, me guts screaming in pain, while my mouth dries on the sun.
I go alone. Roaming my soul on those arid lands, between red rock it looses, it filters, comes near the millennial tree, and it's dry roots rise the ground, and it talks to me in ancient language and says: "Seek your soul, find your center, look for yourself".
I come alone. My motionless body goes restlessly, always in eternal movement, and the wind sooths my soul and the sun calms my hunger.
BeWe are a shooting star we are october's autumn wind we are everything the stone wishes for when it looks up to the sky and discovers the clouds, flying, floating. The stone looks at the sea and sinks, gets lost in thoughts of what we are. And we are, everything the stone wishes for. Because we are october's autumn wind. Because we are a shooting star.Be
You are the cold of winter you are the spring's little flower you are everything I wish for when I look up to the sky and discover the clouds, flying, floating. I look at the sea and I sink, ge
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Sentimental
whats up carlos?
whats up?
"Cow head soup"? [link] Cool!
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nice to meet you man. you rock. hope all is well.
ttyl
take care,
Mike
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