So, it's been a while. Truth is I just didn't really like where things were going , so I stopped those intricate circuits and overall oddities that exist between the spaces of those blood red unconscious moments. I just did.
All in all things are back on the bodacious path. The wicked skin living path, that squirms with every footfall. The skin soft awakened path. The forward biased monster that keeps us off the statical grass.
I again have faked down all lines, and cast myself adrift. I know where this current carries me.
I know if I am not holding deep I will end up circling around and around.
But I will hold to. I will restrain; my subconscious allows not solid ties. This is just another stop on a long road. The bodacious path of excess and amalgamation and integration. The bodacious path I abode upon, worth it for the destination. Walked not because its the high road but the path of least resistance.
Recommended Listening: Lucero - California
September 28, 2008
Ommission-Readmission En Carmine
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