

More of YouMore of YouMore of You
Now I wish you were here So I could run my fingers along the crevices Of your silent fears and allay the trembling in your heart. I'm trying to free myself and you From these detrimental precautions we take To not be as attached as transparent glue. You cannot see how I love you
And it keeps changing... The feeling that breaks into pieces And then builds itself into something more beautiful Each time you feel it Next time breath it In. It's the feeling that contrives a song But the tune keeps fluctuating The melody cannot


Her Dance of LifeBearing black Clothed by the deadened bark of a looming treeHer Dance of Life
You arise and reanimate this being of nature and breath its soul out, colorful, providing ocular proof of its beauty within
You quicken what is latent And you unfasten what holds love from the world
Enchant, gladden, yet...
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
Peace & blessings
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Beauty is the music that you give me.
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