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Write To This Picture: January '06
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Write to this picture by Echo Lee for January
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look at this scene, its filled with mirrors
a manican trying to get her picture clear she crawled from the streets, looking for answers and found herself sprawling through sandy pastures two trees, mark the spot where time depletes the skeletal branches, guide the wings of the keepers a nest of portals, gateways to an unknown world where plastic becomes flesh, carried by boys and girls but choose wisely, manican, for your fate will be choosen wheater you will walk as man does, or forever be frozen |
Desert of Endless Dreams Lost in the phantom world, in the state of light true abyss. This, the euphoric phase, ablaze, a stage of veracious bliss. As she bended for a kiss, misses to fall into this mindframe. Uninhabitated world, a blur to irreality it’s the sign brain. A defunct wastland, no two memories can even envision. The descripition so plain, intruding ones own decision. The blind womans reflection, wishing to see her own face. Fated with this curse, struggles as fast pace, at this state. Troubled, the astonishing piece of the disturbing abstract. Seeing the whole face in the mirror, wishing to match that. Seeming in this solemn state, as she moved involintarily. No knowing she will begin to see her destiny momentarily. It’s scary to know what happened, this dread for reality. A calamity for a girl, wahat happened to me, this insanity. Seeking for nothing, but moves toward the other mirrors Desperate for consiousness, she goes in like a killer. But she has no emotions, this notion for consious motion. As she goes from wasteland to wasteland, no ocean. Then she figures out, and this time she’s in a state of mind. This fear, this horrific visualization, it’s a make of crime. And this place, all this hate, a mistake, this perilous state. It’s reality, no escape a mind that shows a girl that’s been raped. |
its actually, 'bent', but whatever
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Dictionary Drakel :p
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I'm fallin apart at the seams
Tryin ta mend these broken dreams Just like these broken wings Or though it seems I'm hangin by a thread, yet I'm controlled by stings Stuck in this desert we call the sands of time Lost n blind I followed the foot prints I left behind To only find That they weren't mine And now I'm faced with my misconception Of direction That my reflection Was kind enough to mention Unsure of the intentions That lied within I turned n grined Only to begin This journey again |
mirrors are cool
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*looks @ OM in sig*
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Nigga what it do
got all the others followin suit got ulgy niggas thinkin how all da hoes b lookin at you really cause the see the soul of a god born again for jesuses revenge commin back too a world where cream rules everything around me so y aint i rule'n u? |
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