MY WORDS ARE MERELY AESTHETICALLY PLEASING.
thinking about posting sketchbook entries soon.
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- sleepy
- Over and over and overover and over and over and o...
- and the trees are whispering in my earas i hear th...
- the way things fit togetherI'm just making it all ...
- FARTHER THAN ARROW. HIGHER THAN WINGS FLY.THE BULL...
- An idea of the past
- I had a very vivid dream that my grandfather kept ...
- A story
- This is not a fairytale
- The time is nowthe hour is longwe're brushing dust...
- the restless girl she waitsfor the song of the dov...
- I knew an old man who once used to saywhen the goi...
- Social Decay
- Melody sings to me in my sleepThe castle walls are...
- all the masks are gonewe burned them in the barnit...
- I am the river that cuts through the tree'sNo, you...
- There is something that i wanted to say to youI wr...
- I've been exercising the use of excessive profanit...
- MY WORDS ARE MERELY AESTHETICALLY PLEASING.thinkin...
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