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Oh Oh Oh.
Used to be nothing made me sad
Now that nothing is all I have
That kind of sorrow is without end
Beyond time, meaning and self
Maybe that's why we start to pretend
Only the liars in this world
can truly say they've not been hurt
Sometimes the hardest thing to do
is not look back, just push on through
Maybe that's what you're trying to do
If that's how you want it to be
Then that's all that I need to hear
We're not who we thought we would be
when we started out along that lie
I can't remember when it was me
filling the space in your diary
Everything sunsets endlessly
into the space where space had been
Maybe that's where the silence gets in
Maybe that's where the heartache begins
And when we part we'll no longer be stuck
between two lives.
Maybe It's The Rain.
Installation Artifice continues apace.
Krakow helped. Sea Bat Cloud 9.
I've been low, so low, so-oo low. Soda engaged forever.
What is complete?
Play Miscy For Me
Psychic clouds on the dark horizon.
Translucent Parallel Unity at Dusk
If you let them little things will do that to you
10 Day-Sized Hole
Lurg et La Grippe.
Listened to liars. A lot.
Achever. All songs are Autumn.
Or Re-Production. Or Re-work. Or Re-collection.
Words. Sword. Drinking Again. Consuming a memory.
Imbibing a recollection. Sometimes happy drunk,
other times sad drunk.
Coming soon - The Future. On the rocks.
The original song is elsewhere
This is my version.
Our space horror. Mesmer. ic.
Faceboke farmhands to the basement quick.
Words in progress.
/// It's for Everyone ///
The mess age. So easily lost.
Start on a downer, it'll have you.
this tipping point.
Creeps up. BANG. BANG. BANG.
We have it easy so when it hits us it hits us hard.
Corner of the eye stuff. Fluff. Endless variations on....
Take a bow.
A walk. A chance. A minute. A look. A pill. At last.
Druggists hollow cheer.
Bruises all over the place - still no-one helps you.
What a time was had. And never is forever again.