At the Gates
The doors
Are sealed.
Choirs sing
Of precepts
I forsook.
Looking down
At my feet
The clouds part.

At the Gates The doors Are sealed. Choirs sing Of precepts I forsook. Looking down At my feet The clouds part. |
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September 26, 2004
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"i can eat metal like bread"- Written in my absinth diary the night before...
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"Reality is merely an Illusion....albeit a very persistant one." ~Albert Einstein
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"The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely." Oscar Wilde
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but in my mind I whisper every single word you say
And before you sleep at night
you pray to me--your singing satellite."
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