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The Haunting Of My Own Self
Stillness is not peace when your mind is haunted. And this is the haunting of my own self. I feel sick Jane. I feel absolutely sick of these emotions churning…
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The Will Of My Ego
The will of my ego knows no bound! It's a tough ask, Jane. It's a tough ask to watch your thoughts, clean the trash inside, and solve the cluttered jumble…
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To Jane – Just A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense
The head is clouded, the eyes are heavy, the anxious twitches of how things should have been. A Bunch Of Spiritual Nonsense is all this is. I am sorry, Jane,…
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Unfinished Scribbles And Old Routines
This life has turned into a series of unfinished scribbles, old routines, disillusioned hours, and a promise of more to come. Jane, I have to give myself a hundred reasons…
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A Glitch In The Matrix
You are an anomaly, Jane, a glitch in the matrix. You probably don't even exist. Still, here you are, with your shiny, long hair, darker than the moonless nights I've…
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Would you like a piece of me too, Jane?
Would you like a piece of me too, Jane? I've got several pieces of me Scattered around like sawdust Anonymously Like John Does Inside the dark tunnels of the high-end…
Posted inMusings
I Don’t Think He Loves Me Anymore
"I don't think he loves me anymore." Surfing through the channels, absent-mindedly, they are all the same. The eyes always fixated on the TV screen like glue searching for bits…
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What Really Matters In The Grander Scheme Of Things?
Write, paint, sing, dance, create masterpieces in whatever medium you can because nothing really matters in the grander scheme of things anyway. Everything that seems important is useless, tiny, microscopic…
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In The Search Of A Moment Of Magic
In the search of a moment of magic. Things appear quite different when you stand on the rooftop of a multi-story building at 3 am. The pluckable stars, the reachable…
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How Does It Help?
How does it help? How does anything help? Why should anything help? Why are we so fixated on the word 'help'? Get up, move on, lie down, jerk off, repeat…