Others Can Measure Their Visions By What

What Came Is Gone Forever Every Time

To Gain Your Own Voice You Have To Forget About Having It Heard.

If I Had A Soul I Sold It For Pretty Words If I Had A Body I Used It Up Spurting My Essence Allen Ginsberg Warns You Dont Follow My Path To Extinction

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We Are All Exposed To The Flash Bulb Of Death.