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+ 2	Waiting
0	Visions of Socky
+ 2	In This World, Witnessed Power
0	When We Meet Again
+ 1	Love, Astral
+ 7	hbhgfh
+ 5	Taco Mik - Excerpt
+ 3	Excerpt from YOTS
+ 4	My Nutty Friend Meg
+ 5	In The Universal Mind (preview)
+ 3	Excerpt - Disc. w/ Mad Jamon
+ 3	Journal entrie's from 2006
+ 3	The Cardboard Box (chapter two)
+ 5	The Cardboard Box
+ 4	Ode to An Angel
+ 3	March Foorth
+ 9	She said, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
+ 6	March Theerd
+ 3	Changes'a Many
+ 1	The Dharma Bums

1.  "I am troubled immeasurably by your eyes, I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.
2.  The sound of glass speaks quick disdain, and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

1.  When I was back there in seminary school; there was a person there who put forth the proposition: That you can petition the lord with prayer. Petition the lord with prayer. Petition the lord with prayer..
    YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD..WITH PRAYER!
2.  Can you give me sanctuary? I must find a place to hide. A place for me to hide.
    Can you find me soft asylum? I can't make it anymore. The man is at the door."

 Rest in my head now, dear,  I spoke of when at a time and need, I waited for you to accept my offering and join us together.
 Shatter existence, sadness, lifeless, all until my breath has begun, bringing you back and forth.

 Fifty years ago brought today a being, sitting down with thoughts and brandy. Find life second renweals experience, only other past and future, for now. Now we begin and we shall learn, to forget all that we have learnt. Smile because a smile is.

 Work and word, hurt and worse, carrying strength falling.
 Basket case, racket base, take the vase and throw it to the wall.
 The road called home.

  Close your eyes, close your eyes and take the hand of someone close, engrasp it tight and don't let go, no matter what anyone says,
 DON'T LET GO.

 Let's begin..

 Tap tap, wrap wrap, wipe the covered tears away. Winter will fade soon enough, summer; enchantment, story-tales made fairy delight in to the world, right back where we lay.
 Browsing the streets late at night, drunk off vitamin water and three packs of light Camel mellow, slow, slow, slow the drive and it's barely driving on and on through the rage I held in my head.
 "What's that, there?"
 A girl in shining gold and spring fields in an alley, putting herself out, fighting away the victims, she screams, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'll never run away from these memory-est plagues."
 "I wonder.."

 Cooly stopping by her side, hello, how are you? She poked a fiery response and stepped inside the car.
 "Thanks."
 During these fall dreams the leaves had barely breathed, began to fall as we recorded the sight, oblivious to the oncoming traffic.
 "WATCH OUT!" she screams as I hail the brakes before a white vehicle and she mutters, "Have you ever driven before?"
 "Only to New Jersey, back and forth"
 "To my home?"
 "I watch you late at night."
 "What a wonderful sight, no?"
 "A plank of wood, I must say." - A plank of wood indeed, she was in one instant memory of my many nights of stalk.
 "Take notice of suggestive stances?"
 "Let all the other grab-haggers work their way around in disgust, I myself find pride in hiding, though so very painful." I replied with truth, hiding behind the lust with a stern smile and a gazeless look as I try not to make the opposite think I'm staring them down and thinking about their pants.

 Regardless, I could not take my eyes off her smile, that damn smile I've waited to see out in this cold, wandered and utterly dead town, made aware by the letters "D-E-A-D" etched into every wooden structure built and spray-painted. That damn smile that makes air more refreshing..

 "Where are ya headed?" I asked after a moments silence.
 "See that mountain over there?" She points and without hesitation I look to where her finger, smooth, finger, points.
 "Wandering hitch-hack in search, hm?"
 "Exactly, I want to see what I'll walk upon, I want to feel the grass beneath my feet as I flow away. Following desires to experience true beauty with what it's worth, lust, greed, empathy to grasp within myself."

 I take my eye off the mountain and stare straight ahead, the thought, 'Who is this seeming Goddess I've stumbled upon?' bangs back and forth across my head.

 "Hi, I'm Keyci Dudzeedom" she replies, noticing my blank stare and the tiniest of smiles.
"Name's Savke, Savke Gravid." I reply quietly, offering my hand for greeting, she grasps it and pulls it close to her lap, examining it, massaging it and oooh it feels warm, relaxing, wonderful and I close my eyes, forgetting the road, the steering, just melting inside her grasp that I haven't felt since my last travels decades ago.

1.  Mmmmm, this is what skin is..

 

 

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