Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day thirty ... hand's entry ...

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folds of fabric ... liquid retiform matrixes ... spilt milk ... tears running rivers ... stitched together ... in their parallel ... as fibers red ænd rosen ... sun glides golden ... vision blinking ... drifting ... waiting ... four ... the ... puppet strings to be snipped ... but whos making who ... the clay or the hands... whos making all the decisions ... the skul or the peal ... to learn about our selves is to learn about each other ... to learn about each other ... you ... have ... to be ... REAL ... . ... B.B.E. ... what are we building together ... dont forget ... its your ... birthday ... and as the lazy landlords built you a fishbowl for a room ... having fun when the fun guy fungus breakin the mold situation complacent behavior ... it may never come back ... but what is inside lives ... our heart from start was gifted with this blank slate ... tabula rasa ... that learns and loves and lives and reflects as we bumble through this thin air ... poof ... the ladel tilt back ... ænd ... we opened and shined ... the limited feild workings of the plows raking the land ... we generate for you ... as we breath in our surroundings ... our surroundings become us ... churning windmills ... echoing billows ... manifest ... destined ... elec ... tricity ... for the the roots themselves youve established ... black roses in your eyes ... imagination lasts for ever ... what will you be yankin outta that black hole ?

pealmas shedkure

skulmas fluxkures

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