Thom York sings
through speakers.
Melancholy leaves stains
only wisdom helps to clean.
Oceans are abysmal and dark
as is the id of humanity.
Kurt Cobain liked heroin
he even fell in love with one.
Only time erodes the facade
which people use to sustain normalcy.
Chaos is a symphony.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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