Starting this blog was an insane idea. Scratch that, a very bad idea. Then again, I always get caught up in things that turn out bad for me. I think the problem is that I don't like to listen. Oh well, here's and old poem about the effects of not listening to good advice. Always listen to your parents and friends kids. They know better than you do.
A Sordid Oneness
The fantasies of dark dreams.
Pry inside with “Fuck me” eyes.
Torrid spirit through times of trial.
Etch into my chest your life story,
Congratulations,
This is the lowest I’ve ever felt.
Such a beautiful antagonist
Eventuality – bright stars fade,
Collapse, creation a black hole.
Now drawn inside the vortex
Become one with you,
Both nothing.
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