Awake.Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day's divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us.


A couple of wildfires & a tiny flame.
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17.10.13



 'it drops us into a vigorous current, a constant state of misguided control. The doomed generation takes a final step forward ignoring all the signs that state the obvious, and leaps into a trip no drug known to man could ever encompass' H.S.Thompson
still rings so fucking true
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