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The others have found themselves, Then very soon there stories will hang from shelves.
Like aldous huxley and the many philosophers did in there past,
There minds have crashed and they will then shoot down the carrier.
No longer able to withstand “The Man” And the system of “The Man”.
The longivity of the laws stone the thinkers of space and time.
The experience will be defined, And there philosophy will reach it’s prime.
Finally greeting there peace of mind.
Is there logic a sense of pride?

socioriot:

poor guy.

Lol

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2 weeks ago · 37 notes

I haven’t been on in a while….

How are all of you?

2 weeks ago

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onbeingyoung:

Rhineland (Heartland) | Beirut

(Source: youthdepraved, via yakutsk)

4 weeks ago · 39 notes

Heading to a friend’s house for a jam session tonight! About that time to warm up.

1 month ago

As I swim through the gravel,
my mind is untraveled.

With focus lost, I am sworn from cost.

No longer chained, my body remains.
May we stare through flames and place the blame.

Ease the gain.
Apply this pain.
Switch lanes.

1 month ago

flommus:

Egon Schiele, Edith Schiele on her Deathbed, 1918.

‘Close to when he would also die, Schiele did a series of drawings of his former mentor Gustav Klimt as Klimt lay on his deathbed. Schiele’s wife Edith died a few months later of the Spanish Flu, and he drew a portrait of her as she lay dead … These portraits are among the final expressions of the artist’s underlying desire to capture death in his work.’

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1 month ago · 61 notes