Toons of palace dreamt,
Unlike breaths of darkest intent!
Hop hope among tools of,
motivations and cranes, dove,
breaker, begot, best,
tomorrow, Hide
Hide, hide,
Amongst stalling, tempests tall, falling squat, teerror reset.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
4-22-93 Posh Dream.
Extreme again run my thoughts, one single path towards terror, unlike the real or any those hopes that care. So long, small hopes, we're on the road to nonsdale, where anyone can be no one. Take a pleasure wherever it may hide. I need a drink. Help.
Toons of palace dreamt,
Unlike breaths of darkest intent!
Hop hope among tools of,
motivations and cranes, dove,
breaker, begot, best,
tomorrow, Hide
Hide, hide,
Amongst stalling, tempests tall, falling squat, teerror reset.
Toons of palace dreamt,
Unlike breaths of darkest intent!
Hop hope among tools of,
motivations and cranes, dove,
breaker, begot, best,
tomorrow, Hide
Hide, hide,
Amongst stalling, tempests tall, falling squat, teerror reset.
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