LucidDreamerLost

dear Robdawg, I write this drunk, very profoundly (probably), but not stoned because I have quit that for fear that I would end up doing anything else and not knowing ...

the waves, they blow me out to sea, 21 years old, and youthful celebrations burning up the nights, electric postings on TYWC, or, at least, so I believed... so long ...

humid night supreme motions of pendulum stars across the falling, opening, unwielding sky crystal dances fill the world’s bars the minds of the people are slowly being poisoned and blood ...