Imagine if the Gods knew loveDid you stalk her? No, daily I watched her. Why were you staring? I was watching over. Didn’t she notice? If she did, I did not. Would you claim that you love her? I would claim that which I know to be right. So do you? Yes, I love her. Like the Gods love us? The Gods do not know of my love.Imagine if the Gods knew love
Waking UpShe likes to be a warming breeze to wake my smile from its slumber, Angelic wind to lift me, like the leaves are in the autumn, And she listens to Bob Dylan every time we’re making love, Because she knows sooner than later things are gonna hit the bottom.Waking Up
Witness and VictimThe monster was done its brutal feeding. It remained close to its freshly made carcass, savoring the taste it had been deprived of for so long. A scratchy tongue probed the mouth, wishing demonically for a missed drop of life-blood; perhaps a strand of flesh caught in its slobbery gums. Now a slippery layer of blood coated the concrete of the floor. He thought it was strange how the reflections looked so much bolder when saturated with a red tint. The hunter did not even have time to reaWitness and Victim
The SourceI don't have to be the source...The Source
As long as you're happy, any source ought to do. I don't have to be happy...
But I am, so long as you remain the same. I will be alright...
If you're still breathing voluntarily. I don't want your air to be stale...
So long as it maintains freshness, I don't have to be the source.
Well...I mean...wow
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I think alot and then I say two words.
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"What force is more potent than love?"
-- Igor Stravinsky
"I've got more stored-up spit than Pavlov's dog."
~Watermelon-Raff [link]
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