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Why I write? – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Why do people write? Why do I write? A question which has intrigued me many a times now and then, and despite some gallant efforts in the past to offer an answer, every attempt and conscious effort falls short by an inch.Yet here I am again, after some endlesss self indulgent monologues, much needed re-evaluation and driven by some caffeine induced wakefulness, to give an honest answer, or a semblance of it at least. So why do I write? It is the place I hopele...
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Mother (Pt. 1) – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Mother (Pt. 1). 8216;Dead deader deadest. Dead daddy dearest’. The fog caged the vast ground once more as l gazed at the empty park bench; the only visible thing in my sight. I looked down at my brown boots,then looked up, and replied to his question. 8216;Yes, callous.That’s the word I’d best use to describe myself, I am a profoundly callous vilified human being, even the blood that runs through my veins becomes sluggish.I feel.I feel&...To be sated by normal...
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Ophelia – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Pursed lips and purple wounds, with their mouths, wide open,. Lingering in pursuit of a heart, a passion swathed,. Boiling underneath, a touch so clandestine, it made flames, shiver and unfurl,. Playing with her spirits, twirling them along those broken lines around her fingers. As if strands of her brown hair: heavy and disheveled,. Bleeding fire, cherry red and crimson,. Soaking her flesh, burning her bones;. Every crevice, a home for sin,. We saw her wastin...
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Mother (Pt. 1) – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Mother (Pt. 1). Dead deader deadest Dead daddy dearest’ I hummed the familiar tune whilst lighting my cigarette, felt the sole of my foot touching the cold leather on the inside of my boots, through t. Source: Mother (Pt. 1). Not afraid of using big words. Bonafide narcissist. November 8, 2016. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Random factoids about Me.
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Ophelia – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Pursed lips and purple wounds, with their mouths, wide open,. Lingering in pursuit of a heart, a passion swathed,. Boiling underneath, a touch so clandestine, it made flames, shiver and unfurl,. Playing with her spirits, twirling them along those broken lines around her fingers. As if strands of her brown hair: heavy and disheveled,. Bleeding fire, cherry red and crimson,. Soaking her flesh, burning her bones;. Every crevice, a home for sin,. We saw her wastin...
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Mother (Pt. 1) – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Mother (Pt. 1). 8216;Dead deader deadest. Dead daddy dearest’. The fog caged the vast ground once more as l gazed at the empty park bench; the only visible thing in my sight. I looked down at my brown boots,then looked up, and replied to his question. 8216;Yes, callous.That’s the word I’d best use to describe myself, I am a profoundly callous vilified human being, even the blood that runs through my veins becomes sluggish.I feel.I feel&...To be sated by normal...
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About – Psychedelic Mayhem
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Aphorisms, deliberations and contemplations. Forever gravitating towards anything and everything remotely morbid. Perpetually suspended between an existential state of narcissism and realism. Disturbingly beautiful or beautifully disturbed? I’ll let you be the judge. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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