Oh, weary burdened sleeper, settled in despair... with all the beautiful and lofty. Lightening such hefty boots, to one day rise again. To rise again and again until one day, someday the chaos stands still. Still as an autumns day. a settling far deep in the soul. oh to will it so, to just be... to just be. To rise and rise again to just be, to just be.
Shambling after the mad ones, the dancers in the street seen mad!The unaccustomed tunes unheard amongst all. Maddened to live, crazy in disillusionment, interested in all things. Forever burning, raging, screaming and yelling with ooo-ing and aww-ing as a screeching halt is reached, brought upon by all the beautiful and lofty things!
With charcoaled cocaine set brain, sculptured portraits portrayed in vein - pumping diligently, raging onward. Blackened lungs, strained livers, frayed minds... grooving moving to their own tunes. Beats of dreams not yet dream-pt. Skin not yet set.
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