Feeling Dawn Y2K (via Blue Collar Clarion)

I. Criminal cusps of speakeasy freakster demons~ Lights quell the night but search my soul. Awake, never rested only subtly bested, nested in arms delight with friends of years which speak easy Peace ~the concept of living for, not dying to the moment… II. Long streets of Georgian manses beauty of short nights of gilded last C.’s ’90’s frivolity excite all the gasps of the yearning for Reality. To be obsessed by Ancient productivity By brains t … Read More

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