loose shoe strings,
rowing boat through the milky way,
miscellaneous insights carved pon' depicted paridigm portraits,
I emerge from a sound nebula cloud of smoke,
headless thoughts surging indechipable wordplay disguised as cursive,
manic-passion tapping imaginative magic static stoic mannerisms,
semi-blind ambition flying lavish through the lands of tragic,
soon to come happiness,
unruly holiness withstanding dissociative mental torture triggered by internalized-external phantom centered false projections,
immense prognosis volts mass convulsions,
time traveling nomad praticing silence within his mind asylum,
yearning to be free,
degrees achieved decreed powerful inner-view belief,
truth is what you make it.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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Oohh I never knew there was so much in the 'unknown'. Erm, how do you know, if it's all unknown?! heehee.
Lol I just dont know
There's a daft ditty, goes something like: 'How do we know that we don't know? And how did we know what we do know?' I'm talking rubbish now. lol
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that's true.
True that, true that
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