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Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.

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the bonds forged in the strangest circumstances.

i hear the sounds
i saw the lights
i thought to myself:
the jouney goes on.
for everyone.

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the journey has ended for someone.

rythmic pounding of thunderous beats
glitzy neon beams came alive
flashy liquid consumed bit by bit
into the colourful pool, i dived

the indian leaders and entourage
the pink and pretty with their men
friends or foes, real or facade
across the river of souls, i swam

dancing aliens lost in grooves
black mommas jumping up and down
lovers smooching with sexy moves
in sea of mortality, i drowned

and i lived.


I think you meant African rather than Indian.
They're continents apart, you know?

*shakes head*

i wasn't referring to the africans. i'm talking about guys and their posse. maybe i should have used 'indian chiefs' instead.

yea. let the journey continue on.

I'm sure you enjoyed yourself on Saturday night. I just can't understand what the Phuture brings, hence, abadoned my journey there for some Intolerable Cruelty.

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