2007-08-01 - /2B.
I tried to get my head together (get down to that sunny southern weather) too much party left me dried cotton mouthed and crispy fried too much damage to the wall left my soul exposed to all my dream became a nightmare and all my hopes were right where the whirlpool sucks them down so I left my hometown escaping from the frying pan into the fire of wayward man things just went from bad to worse you could say that I was cursed constellations hid their sound influences ran aground spectres of some buried tribe buzzed around my wired vibe insects of an unseen world whining as their wings unfurled as I passed between the gates of consciousness and alpha states I was lost inside my soul collapsed into a vaccuum hole bound by subjectivity sworn by oath to serve the sea
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