19.Sep.2002

two burning eyes that don't agree

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having fun in heaven while you're crucified

There is too much Existential Angst(tm) in my universe. I pine for something different but without direction. The cycles wear themselves thin and then finally, peacefully break, with little disturbace in the horizon.

There's something coming, there's something promised, something stirs and endeavors to awaken.

As a distraction, this makes me wet.

Barry, you of your melancholy and you of your bipolar broodiness and you of your delicious insanity, I salute you. You are and always will be the Jazz Devil.

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time & machine