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Step outside and smell the roses

Take a deep breath, and smell the petrified dog shit and cigarettes and if you notice, you’ll catch the slightest whiff of it all thawing out. For more summer shit to take and give about nothing that means much of anything. You can take this ugly picture called reality and twist it up a thousand times into something livable, but in the end, it’s all the same shit; different season.

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This city runs fast, no one has time to sit with themselves. No time to look into our pain and see the same despair in everyone else. It’s here, it’s there, it’s everywhere. Tears soak each card the dealer’s delt.”

Eydea and Abilities

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I’ve always felt a darkness inside of me, spouting endless dreams.

If became a lover of mine,

Oh what we could be.

The mind is origami,

Folding and turning, folding and turning,

And I am afraid, always of the dark shadows on the paper,

I focus in and listen with my ear against the door,

Surveillance my only defense,

From the darkness in the hall, slipping in through my key hole.

It spins and glides, spins and glides,

It haunts me,

Like a thousand bad dreams...

It haunts me.

[angeloftheunderground]

I’ve always felt there was a hidden narrative behind everything and it’s only as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized how didactic that can be. There are more stories happening than what we see on the day to day. I’m writing a story myself, fiction but based on truth, because at the heart of all my stories is me, my mind, and all of it’s strange connections. I can only disconnect from them when I write my own narrative.

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