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The gentle vibration of the beats in the night awake me, moving in motions that can't be heard by the normal. taste for expensive stlyish beats, expanding all that is known. soft whispering, strum of the rockstars' guitar opens the heart. Medication soothing the mind, taking life into different dimensions. tripping over the unseen, the unfelt, the misunderstood opening the mind, flying on the magic carpet. Walking the earth, enjoying every second trusting all that can be trusted, the prick of the thorn shows the downfall, the unbruised rose is only found by the willing. zoning out all that causes nonsense hanging the undesirable by a thread. knowing, seeing, observing, learning, putting forth. the steps grow within the second, relating back to darwins thinking. smell the sweet red as if I am Vlad the Imapler. hiding what can not be seen, making way to the top of all. breathing in and out, in and out. bang bang. bang...bang bang. knowing who shanna denise is, and that there is only I. </b> |
