Thursday, August 14, 2014


June 11, 1991     Schenevus
Alone        Soon over
With nothing except this instant
Just here        Just now
There is no past
Each instant falls away into the internal void
But what I choose to do in each instance
 Create's a stream of consequences
That shapes my destiny
I'll gett my head out of my ass
And pay attention
The shows is almost over

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