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Twisted TreesOh my, look at the twisted trees and feel the ravenous breezeTwisted Trees
Consuming my thoughts of what ought’s and what ought not’s.
Thanks for the distraction of all those sad reactions.
O, you twisted trees that lay out side the gloomy infirmary.
You’re so out of place, but complete the space. Do you mock me? Do you taunt me of perfect imperfections? No, no, you are here to guide me. Stir the vortex that is lingering inside me.
Twisted trees I know you. We met briefly today and had nothing to say, but I know you.
by ~Agent-Lynx
Youre not worth smiling forThere are many faces that are worthless and have no eyes. I see it every day.Youre not worth smiling for
There are many faces making you want to kill yourself every minute every day.
So, I won’t smile or smirk or squirm for you. If you see me smile you know that’s what I am trainined to do.
So, I won’t cry one tear for you and if I do that’s what I am trained to do.
You’ll never get the truth from me as a fact you don’t want it. And never-ever will.
You’ll look on and pass by but never take a second look. And never-ever will.
Goodbye.Don't blink.
by ~Agent-Lynx
Blood and FlowBlood and FlowBlood and Flow
In moderation the station, which is you, suffers from thrombosis.
The morose kiss brings you to a serene abyss. Blood flow increases, which ceases the clotter. Sought after, when under the wonder, is something unwanted in reflection. Counteraction, when awake on the take, reverts back to a simple shadow.
Heart death may occur and blur the structure made with years of labor.
Savor that moment of annulment and let it crumble without remorse.
Don’t force the course taught to us for free. As our work posthumously circul
by ~Agent-Lynx
Toxicity of SuburbiaSeeping, seeping into my lungs.Toxicity of Suburbia
I choke on the returning revenge Little BOXES! LITTLE BOXES!
And they all look just the same.
I scream GET ME OUT OF HERE! OUT OUT OUT!!! out.
Get me out of this fucking place! Get me out of this monotonous head space!
Break glass? How can I? It’s all plastic. It’s all store bought plastic.
I shall call these buyers of plastic the galumphs. A species of consumers.
All anybody can do is catapult themselves to reverse. But are you cut out for reverse? Are you? Reverse is forward you see. Or yo
by ~Agent-Lynx
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- Current Residence: Hollyweird
- Interests: At the moment the Lone Ranger and of course Tonto.
- Favourite movie: Currently Clockwork Orange
- Favourite band or musician: Django Reinhart
- Favourite genre of music: Rock,Blues, Bluegrass,Classical. Fan of the british invasion. Gotta love the brits.
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali weird MoFo
- Favourite poet or writer: Hunter Thompson, Jack Kerouac
- Favourite photographer: Anne Levowitz
- Personal Quote: Why do you come, yellow bird?
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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It takes courage to enjoy it!
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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It takes courage to enjoy it!
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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When I read about the evils of drinking, I quit reading.
Damaged people are dangerous, We know how to survive.
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My happiness is hapless.
My anger is helpless.
My sorrow is hopeless.
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