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Category Archives: From the basement
Messed Up?
Messed up againtrampled your graceunder my feet.Forgot the realitythat holds meto this earth.Messed up againFailed to call you who you areLord of all.Maker of my tangled soul.Chose the easyslopechose to fall. Instead of giving you my all.Messed up again Coming … Continue reading
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Shout from the roof tops?
This quote cheered me. Immensely. It so against the prevailing message in our world at the moment. We are not defined by our sexual actions but by something much greater. And the best intimacy doesn’t need to involve sex. Freedom. … Continue reading
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Albums you should own pt 1
As this is pt one – here’s two albums you should own right now. Music will provide the light you cannot resist as REM have clearly stated, and music provides the backdrop to my life. So here’s a couple of … Continue reading
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Tiredness?
Well, it’s Friday night and I’m sitting in my friends house on baby sitting duties. Time for a little reflection on life and some much needed space at the end of a long week. Tiredness is something that is rarely … Continue reading
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Beautiful song
slain by your zirconium smileI was slain by your olivine eyesslain, I was lying in pileshoping shovels would cast me furnaces burn everlastingblack tattoos of you onto mefurnacres burn everlasting black tattoos of you onto me burn, brand my memoryblack … Continue reading
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