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Cymbalism

There’s a crashing sound of breaking

waves of sounds that take my

breath away.

This crashing sound I hear each day,

as I find myself struggling to make myself understood, 300 more words

Poetry

explaining myself / [(dot) ie: the memories present of all these things] / {what can I do to make you love me}

There was an island of youth I visited most summers,

trekking across European continental

bookshelf.

Then youth of that sort disappeared from my life

as marriage and wife consumed me. 329 more words

Poetry

How fear uglifies [not] / The beauty of fear

If you told me, as they did today, that

fear is needed to make life more beautiful,

I’d have said: “Fuck off, nasty people!”

But curiously the thought didn’t produce… 108 more words

Poetry

Memories are made of this...Sex Bomb and Gladiator along with a Peacock.

It is now 2000 and thankfully despite the prophecies of thousands of those ‘in the know’ around the glove, the new millennium was ushered in with minor computer glitches and the usual hangovers. 620 more words

Music

This One Time At Bandcamp...

I’ve been away for a while, working on an interesting contract in which I really can’t talk about lol. It’s been… Interesting. In any case, I’ve pretty much returned to my usual activities, which leads me to a terrible interaction with bandcamp.com. 290 more words

Music

Time to relax~

Wow, April has been a hectic month so far! I’ve started a new job, which while it’s exciting for me and a fresh start, is also very stressful and tiring as I do not cope well with change. 611 more words

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