hammer
beat the beat
scratching
blue
floating high
deep
light
living dead
beat the beat
core
fresh
torn rags
ochre
AGH
bubble air
inside out
numb
raw smell
WRITTEN by ME, March 12, 2008
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What ever comes to mind and through the fingers. Are we insignificant short-lived ants on the planet Earth? What of the distorted, demented, deep thoughts of our soul - what do ~ THEY ~ all mean? Thoughts and experiences...
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