dale garris

drunk, disastress, rage.

love is a veiw, sometimes a complete mess
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alive, like breathing lilac for the very first time; BEAUTIFULLY stimulating an uninspired mind
the willows WHISPER to the autumn moon in stride; as the sky swallows drops of inspriation with eyes a thousand MILES wide
all the STARS in the screaming skies roar; kissing of things within in them silently to swore
everything sleeps beneath the NOTION of night; assuring our little brains, there is nothing else that could be so right
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we keep oursevles in little jars like single orbits of unknown planets revoling around a nonexistent sun. we fall in and out of love. time is a constant reminder of agining skin, an eroding earth, life slowly slipping away.
Embracing charished moments with handfulls of photographs and unwritten memories.
the pages are like footsteps in the sand, and footsteps are like heartbeats, and sand is like paper, and paper is like skin.
and touch is imparitive.
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barges prove harsh; another sleeping waste. a nonagain to and untold
it'll NOT i it; so know you a YOU; wat be frank of if? i swimms funk and new; book something me; and don't price junkies me down
DON'T MINE DOWN? ?
back this her like an after rain breathing; willows of screaming beneath that;
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LOVE songs echoe in my brain, like distant oceans of crashing waves, brilliant and insane
we live in tiny worlds of thought; glistening on the skin of existence
bits and peices of real things fragment from ideas with persistance.
swallowing small parts of the sky my human skin cannot quite digest;
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i want to shine
and to shine
and to brilliantly dream
to dream
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furnished is ear any beyond dead
world squeals skin and bone die
anything leaf through worship fine
this fabricated universe sweet standing pale
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And agin i kiSsT
abrubtly
admirably
the gentle lips of all the world's lips
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blot out my eyes i get mad at street signs and the nite sky why must we die like life in a window painted blak bleeding precisions of desolation homeless wonders nowhere to roam free with childrenless dreams now and my eyes scream like colorless paints spilt all over her face like forgotten tears drug free careless of compassion we tend to our tired feet with rugged shadows ten foot deep we cry we bleed we love we stink we we live we die and we get beat.

I JUST WANT TO DREAM AGAIN
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delicate stuctures pronounce human nature, with the frailest tounges. and god's eyes are squinting in the sun.

i can hear a faint, distant sound of marching feet devouring pretty flowers) EVERY THING WILL BE beautiful once again smoking cigarettes in school
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let us unroll the carpet my friends no nerve no fimiliar stem of gratitude i try to strucure my life by color NOT JUST RED}

i sometimes find myself wondering around in day dreams hunting out a sent of hopefullness a sense of self realization, waking up dead, or something like that} the ghost of hitler haunts me in dark places when i am alone
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a dimming resolution gives soft discomfort, and mishaped grins they sponser you weak, draggin you through the mud, then hardened by the sun) like an old cigarette don't me off a more difficult illusion is difficult to imagine the television is MUTING out idividualism with a scull full of cartoon meat-i whisper shadows of what used to be words shadows dancing, shadows singing sunshine shames there's an old man in the corner chanting unknown names and all the neighborhood kids sit around and play with the damn thing nothing is ever supposed to be this way i'm so sick of dying, i'm so sick of fading away real human (all american racial) [MUTT] and daddy from the bottom of his reched little heart (sends his ignorant. selfish love) at least I think that's what he called it?


sweid dayl ayngarr
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