the dance of the ink riddled fingers

the blood buzz never sounded smoother

Posted in i like to music music, thought spills by enisea on 08/07/2010
did i tell you this world, this place, it’s too violent for me. i can’t stand it half the time but living occupies my full-time.  it sounds good sometimes, i want it sometimes, but it feels ugly sometimes, it makes me feel ugly sometimes too. it makes me cherish freedom. i’m afraid of taking people out in my careless, carefree bouts of playing along.
we can’t play along here, lest they chain us to them and call us family – this family, not one i want to be a part of.

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