PANIC! ...NOW! MAYBE... NOT YET?
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playground school bell rings again
rain clouds come to play again has no one told you she's not breathing? hello i'm your mind giving you someone to talk to hello if i smile and don't believe soon i know i'll wake from this dream don't try to fix me i'm not broken hello i'm the lie living for you so you can hide don't cry suddenly i know i'm not sleeping hello i'm still here all that's left of yesterday e.n. model: ~virgin-stock wings: ~dead-stock texture: pretty brush brushes: #asunder lyric: evanescence - hello |
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Als kunst volmaakt is, dan is de wereld overbodig.
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"I am what I am," Popeye once said. No one questioned Olyve Oyl.
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.My heart sleeps in the emerald dream.
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.My heart sleeps in the emerald dream.
we are like blankets when we are young. ready to hide the faces, conceal the progression of tommorrows minds.
we are the vice which has no need to be unknown.
no need to compell branches of a unique nature.
we are merely children, which do this and that.
and we wear what those other ones do. and bleed how those other ones bleed.
we sit and stare waiting to be driven by multi-million dollar industries, shaping our mind, our morals, our creativity, and worst of all our imagination.
we are bread to consume, to "fit"
to become as unnoticed as those boxes of consumer-related parafhenalia which cludders the shelves of schoolastic aptitude re-placement adjustment catagories. (school)
we have no oppurtunity to disigree.
we only have this box.
we only kno0w its shape.
we only own its colors.
then i started eating copious amounts of lsd.
i experimented in those windows.
i saw myself playing in the yard which i imagined.
i fought the pains of glass with ludicrious insights.
i stumbled over my own veins.
i caught myself breathing, as though running through the woods, darkened fragments of evil chased me deeper into the branches of my minds.
and i devored all that i had to hold breath, untill once again i will awake like those first monkeys to venture away from there tree lines. i will evolve. i will expand this humanity.
it will only take these progressive waves, to show me the depth of my existance, to show me the ligth of my shadows.
to see the world as artistically manifesting.
to connect, to relate, thus to create
and most importantly to contemplate.
as though images are my philosophical vice.
my understandment of the world and the self.
like saying hello.
thank you so much for this i really appreciate it!
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.My heart sleeps in the emerald dream.
so thank you.
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.My heart sleeps in the emerald dream.
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