

A Call to the Young LookA Call to the Young
at every day as if it were a sentence in the story of your life. Only you can impassion the diction to eloquence.
Make decisions and consider them until they become
arbitrary  


DreamweaverDreamweaver,Dreamweaver
Weave me a setting; golden rocks twinkle in a river rushing with hopes and fish. Glorious water sparkling darkly, reflecting the sinewy aggression of the mountains. Oh, the mountains. Paint me mountains capped not with snow but with fire. Douse it in fury bubbling vindictively.
Weave me a story filled with religion; of God splitting the Earth to bring forth her mighty wrath upon the innocent
and guilty alike.
Weave me characters full of imperfection and shattered grace, just lik


gohide hidego
hide for god's sake do not look over here
over here is not real you did not see pretend with me that for once we
are free
now now now this cannot wait please no delay
let us go somewhere less scary let us play with little Mary children and faeries pretend to be Mary
please please please wake me from this dream this nightmare of time
tears flow in streams of dreams of what things seem
and are not
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inner peace is kind of boring
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« The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. » Benjamin Franklin
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Its the random fave of a mask i made,
some drunk lady broke it into tiny pieces
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