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Existence Sings. May 12, 2007, 02:48:08
Mood:  playfulListening To: John Butler - Ocean 
Protagonist enters the wire, white light pulses open in content to Catholic concerns. Wire burn, protagonist agonizing over communion (whining innocent ichor stains) subsuming halo and horns. Protagonist swarms. Antagonist self-made martyr, second-act melancholy pervading. Corroding ambience surrounds corpse seen as the living history, for each possible outcome their being grand designs. A couple of things. Firstly, I've made another account for my songs, ExistenceSings. Secondly, my head is such an amazing place right now.....I've resolved pretty much all issues with regards to peace and acceptance of myself and the world. Finally able to really feel the universal love, not just think it. It's like a 2-for-1 in the joy department; I'm happy with everything, and that fact makes me happy. I really feel alive. Umm..... Traffic lights are the shit! Read More Bio
A dreamer who has managed to fail at every major step in life so far (I've even been kicked off the dole more than once for forgetting to sign on). People tend to think I'm stoned, and half the time they're right. I also hold the distinction of having won at life. Comments
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If you havent already. Id like to invite you to be part of the 
), hoping this place will treat me better. What's this place like for poetry (and critique in particular)?