There was a man...

"We didn't win World War II, the Nazi's moved to Washington," as he passed the joint he spoke these words.

We were sitting in my cousin's vintage Minibus. It was 30 years old with only the slightest trace of rust. A vehicle that was older than either of us. At this point my cousin had already gone on his weeklong fast, during which he got an incredible amount of shit done; including building a folding bed in the back of the van, which at this time was folded and stowed.

As the sun with curious Californian intensity reflects off my cousin's windshield, I inhale.

"Yeah man… that explains a lot." I reply as smoke forms a cloud around my head.

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Across the horizon

Here on trains:
I have loved
and lost,

learned to:
love again,
my country,

my soul again:
of motion,
here,

Appassionato.
again.

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Blahhhh

Blueberries and robin's eggs share the same color, in a world without intensity.

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4:34AM

There is no time like the present to do anything, except when my time has past and I am left standing in rain.

Sometimes water runs dry. Mostly it flows, following, no, creating it own landscape leaving its slow wave of mutilation as scars on our parents.

Were you a child left standing in class, in school, at times when you should have been playing at fool? Did you became dependent on the thoughts of others?

I am glad I found my fool, for it took a far too long.

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127.0.0.1

The door opens. 'Who is it' he asks silently, almost creeping up the stairs like this wasn't his own house. The gentle sound of breathing is the only reply he receives. His ears perk up and quite gracefully he sneaks up the last remaining stairs.

Treading softly on his soft forest green carpet he makes not a sound. Then with a step, -creak- and the game is over. She pounces from behind him, and he has lost this round.

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Soma__

Sleep that's where I'm a Viking! Really? No, but sometimes I dream of being a detective.

I am Hunting. Down the scofflaws of society, with roguish intensity, and a cheap suit; all to pay for my alcohol and methadone problem, yet finding the air of righteousness in a otherwise cruel and banal world. I am hypocrisy in the flesh, then finally, united with the one.

I am floating in the ether now, drifting towards; I don't know a thing about dreams cause I am always often floating in the other realm of loneliness and futility.

Hmmm... darkness before sleep how comforting.

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Thoughts on Being Awake.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck

Aw, cumber buns!

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