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all goes byDrifting,
so far away,
so far away
mute angels lead into eternity,
the blind will fall apart
and if you´re happy where you are
I won´t be waiting for you any longer
for small-minded true acceptation
out of reach,
out of reach
ImaginationHave you seen the sea?
on a lonely, content morning
And did you feel the sand
under the soles of your feet?
Have you ever felt the wind?
so gentle and melancholy though demanding
high above the world´s disasters
Have you ever been to the desert?
in a clear, cool night
Did you see the stars?
and their sweeping infinite time
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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