Your Tower Towering

There is death in falling

In failing

Flaming lips

Flailing hips

50 / 50

Our chance of

Survival

I jumped

For Freedom

Thy Conqueror

The Death of The Star

My HEART deserts me

Your beating / baton / ignites me

Heaving + Heart + unsigned integer

I am thy lord and thus thy

Conqueror

hello

I have awoken

My flesh defecting

Deference to the

Source

My One God

Greets me

Hello!

#youth

randomlyjay:

circle-no-10:

THEY think this is how it is

THEY think nobody else care

THEY think grey colours the sky

THEY think the old defies the new

THEY don’t understand

Reality is what

You make it

And and and

Reality is totally jaysome! 😀 

Well… Jay… Sometimes reality needs bindings to keep it together. And not everyone do bindings like a Jay, so they struggle. Maybe reality need huggings too?

burden, not bourbon (maybe)

My cross, your cross of
evil; scars from knives and
nights of fever
Hi and Hello
Children of believers
Your ride is free
Scattered dreams
Recalled on beds of death
Dream of Californi…
Rage the dying of the li…
Rest beneath the cross of
Burden – the bottle empty
The bourbon deserted

Vint-age

When “Vintage” start to relate to

your Peak, your Glory days

Embrace the though of

Age ; Aging ; Health ; and say

“Fuck that – I’m surfing the Peak

FOREVER!”

I fail

Tonight I was reminded

A memory suppressed and stored

In the back corners of an attic or

Country barn long lost

With everything new I attempt

I fail – epic f

At least once ; always

No wonder I gave up

Trying

No wonder I gave up

on life

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