Thursday, June 4, 2009

Eight Workday Thoughts

What the eyes don't reveal the timbre of ones voice does.


Pedestrian taste.


Shut Up and Buckle Down.


Dead Eyes Shinning Behind Fallen Faces.


You ambition will make or destroy you.


The weight of life bearing down on you is not measurable in an empirical sense,
rather it is felt on the mind and soul.



I am a sponge soaking up all your vibrations.


I want to be free of the weight of my soul.

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