tribal71

Im like a supernova ready to explode..a
calm before the storm..only to feel the
rush of wind surrounding..I am the thrusting pulse of a heartbeat pounding it's way into oblivion..my culture is that of old and i am here.

Alter of dawn,bury me in light
crimson eclipse,blood and body ignite...
The blackened stars caress.
Have nothing..need nothing..egoless,
emotionless...purification of mind,body, and soul....

the motorcycle black madonna two horned gypsy queen is looking good and laying back for what she really mean's and i ask you now as i lay here dying as hopeless as it seem's.. the cascadeing shrug of eternal bliss never shall redeem..for there are no souls who can be bought without this love.. save in elucid dreams..to take away the beauty of flesh so...
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I remember the final cry that evoked in me. It,the vision,was devoid of any sensation of I being myself,it was pure egolessness,just simply wild ethereal activities devoid of anybody else, effort or mistake. "Form is emptiness and emptiness is form and we're here forever in one form or another which is empty." tribal71aarondelta9@aol.com

i wanna give a big shout out to all the friend's i don't have yet.

next door to me the bell are ringin..ohoney please ...wontcha come.

(dwarves)

At this time...Id like to give a big shout out to all my friens and dead homies i dont have yet.

theyrs to much fine ass on here man woohoo let me tell you wooo hooo dammit hol on...dropped my crackrock.....................................................................................................................ok...were was i....oh yeah...woooooohooooo....

hey! what's up? you can talk to me..if your lonely you can talk to me..sorry beatles stuck in my head..uh yeah..well here i am..a twisted sick puppy with flowers for romance..i dont expect anyone to write me back of course but it kills the boredom..whatever..i like to shock so rock my cock.

your mouth's a constellation..the star's are in your eyes..lip's are like sweet divinity dripping as a nektar on the tree of life..serenity is bliss, at dawn i shall look to the sky and think of you.

your mouths a constellation the stars are in your eyes...the smell of sandalwood..on a mountain by a fire is where i want to be...

the empty handed painter from your street is drawing crazy pattern's on your sheet's..sold my hart to the devil for you said it tasted like rotten candy canes..the motorcycle black madonna gypsy queen..licks her fingers in between..sleepwalking upside down's so old..there is no paradise at the gates of eden..i want nothing more than what i can't have..your mouth's a contellation,the clouds are in your eye's..the...
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