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Behind Blue Eyes: The Hardest Decision...
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Friday, December 12, 2008. What the fuck else am I supposed to do? I feel like at this point, even if I were on the brink of death, he wouldn't try and improve. And it's fucking tearing me apart inside because I love that FUCKING son of a bitch to death! Jewel - Foolish Games. Posted by Synwolf at 3:39 AM.
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Behind Blue Eyes: December 2004
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Thursday, December 02, 2004. I vanished, it seems. Sorry- been a little under the whether lately. Here's a rather gloomy episode of. THE DAILY NEWS, DAMNIT. If I Could Turn Back Time. The Band-Aid For The Wound. Aaaaand The OTHER Wound. Whose Wearing The Pants NOW, Huh? And with that, I end a belated episode of.
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Behind Blue Eyes: BOOGA BOOGA BOOGA!
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Tuesday, October 19, 2010. Just droppin' in again to chew the fat and pass some time. So let's get on to the fun stuff, shall we? THE DAILY NEWS, DAMNIT! 1,298,466,389,902,021 Sheep And STILL Counting. Iiiiiiiit's 7:21am as I'm writing this sentence! And still haven't gotten a wink of sleep. OH RAPTURE! Oh well . m...
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Behind Blue Eyes: April 2006
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Saturday, April 01, 2006. Life Is A Balance. Like ashes carried off in the wind, I rise again. Time to update. I read a very powerful sentence the other day that I want to share here:. Life is a balance of holding on and letting go. Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One. Posted by Synwolf at 11:38 PM. Laments Of A...
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Behind Blue Eyes: And The Beat Goes On...
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Tuesday, October 12, 2010. And The Beat Goes On. Dances around singing* Drums keep poundin' a rhythm to the brain . lah-dee-dah-dee-dee . lah-dee-dah-dee-da- huh? Notices you* OH, err . h-hey there! Eheh umm . oh yeah. We meet again, my lovelies! Aaaaaaanyhoo, without further delay, let us mosey on over TO. I'm not gon...
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Behind Blue Eyes: Laments Of A Frayed Mind
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Wednesday, August 09, 2006. Laments Of A Frayed Mind. I think any moron with half a brain knows that when I come a-posting, something's gone awry in my sad, sad little scenario. This time's no exception. Never got to go to AC. Money was just not there, y'know? Now my dad- the son of a bitch that was never even THERE fo...
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Behind Blue Eyes: July 2005
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Sunday, July 10, 2005. My tattered soul is now lying on the floor. My body walks on, but everything that makes me live is still lying there, watching me go. My firstborn daughter is gone. At this moment, I feel unusually inspired to compose a poem freehand-. I have fallen today. A new sun will rise and an old moon fall.
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Behind Blue Eyes: December 2005
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Sunday, December 18, 2005. Well, day before last, I had been meaning to post, so this copy/paste is a bit late. A sigh of reason. Of a malevolent love. Of a vengeful spirit. Longing for a closure. A sting of virtue;. Like so much infection. Of a savage beast. Into the plush softness. Of a ravaged innocence;. I just gen...
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Behind Blue Eyes: February 2005
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The inner thoughts of the psychomaniac, artistic lycanthrope simply known as "Synwolf". A window into the soul of a stricken genius . Her life, her dreams, her breakfast cereal . No, wait. Friday, February 11, 2005. Living Death: The Burden of Existence. I finally crashed and burned the other night. Nina Gordon - Tonight And The Rest Of My Life. Posted by Synwolf at 2:42 AM. Tuesday, February 01, 2005. Apparently, I'm stupid. I must be. And no one has had to tell me this- I miraculously discovere...You a...