

the city sleepingThe city sleeps tonight. A regular sort of sleep induced by the latest medication the newest consumer creation the latest box of frustration wrapped in alienation we sit upon a shelf neatly packaged and folded slightly dingy and molded they've sold us the product we know as ourselvesthe city sleeping
it all has a market if you just have the vision every thought is a product every dream a division every feeling of something true can be sold so sit down, shut up and just do what your fucking told!
your mind is a market and we're


shed your skinif your solution is violent revolution, destruction or death, to hate-kill-destroy the m e s s a g e will be lost in the execution because the results are determined by the means deployed i'm not saying roll over, shut up, or play dead, i'm saying you need pull the source within your head they'll play our hate against us to divide and control are you a revolutionary? do you know your role? the provocateurs will tell you you must destroy to create and when you examine yourself you've become what you hate it's the foundation oshed your skin


breathethe shadow of the future is cast by the eclipse of the past obscures the present and time appears to passbreathe
breathe in, breathe out be aware of what you are every woman, man, and child in the universe is star some burn bright, emanate the light others collapse upon themselves heavy into the endless night
breathe in, breathe out within without
breathe in, breathe out within without
the heart is a sun remember what you are your within is without so you don't have to look far we all must pass through &


ieye awakewe are the architects ofieye awake
a multitude of misperception mirroring infinitely upon itself coalescing cacophonies of feedback
and then I awake..
that was your life, this is your wake another dream within a dream passing reflections in the stream flowing from primæval lakes and we've been here before.. in a dream within a dream, another world between the screen and the scene through the stage door
we are the intersection of space-time and self-reflection a mirror of emptiness within the self it lies in the silence
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"It's hard enough to remember my opinions without remembering my reasons for them."
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{{RIDE THE PSYCHIC SURF TO MY GALLERY}}
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Remember: Save the world, eat a human!
By the way...your gallery looks really cool so far, and 'Tragic as the Embrace' is AMAZING. You are a really, REALLY good writer.
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Icon by *Lai-Tut <3 I love it to death and back.
and you can't tell me just who you are
you bought them clothes just to hide those scars
you built that roof just to hide those stars
--lupe fiasco --the instrumental
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