I fancy the bass player…
out of Context;
‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
out of Context;
‘You may hate me, but I will never hate your small minds as you feed on the blood from my soul’s fount….you taste me even now…’
out of Context;
‘one and the same, yet broken into many pieces to make peace among the others, and some ideas that just won’t die…At least, not for too long…’
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‘Did it all just decide to up and run away from the raging tempest inside my brain?…With its flotsam and jetsam fully intact for the next go around in this lively thrill ride…You may wish to laugh at my words, but I know your secret envy, for which you must follow the footsteps into the fires…’