The Common Area
The Common Area Alas when warmth has left the home all those shadows cast by souls afire shall guide stray lives while they roam on spirit journies that demons inquire Ore the frigid earth fixed on pages cultivated heroes of song that have wasted the modern world infects his mind for wages never knowing untilthat sweet success is tasted and when he works he strives to overcome a handicap createdby his strange mind reviewedby his eyes are tasks sodumb and most unclean a spirit he will find Voracious quarrels mock the mockery of life infused with madness through modern strife
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Smokey
If your suffering in any way then acknowledge both the meaningless of it and the meaning behind it. What you express will never cease to be the torrential downpour of your essence. Essence being both what you create and what has been created as a...
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