Oh and I cut my hair. Going for that hit, single father, come get me Im all yours look. haha serious!


Breaking worldsMaking breaking worldsBreaking worlds
What I do is I flow to the sound of life.
The sounds of life dictate the actions that come after each bassline. The sway me to swim within the realm of thought. Making and breaking thoughts of my own creation. As each new chorus hits me, I shift, I jossle and I create.
It starts slow, with some talking and pots and pans.
I start to swim and jump from a bubble I call my earth.
My earth is my realm I break out of, shooting forward toward the surface. As the song hits the beat, I hit the new surface.
The song starts to mellow out, allowing
Dark Tears

DreamMist. Then, through the mist, figures appear: a man and a woman. They are sitting together on the ground. She says to him, "I can't take it anymore. Please, do it for me... you know I can't do it on my own." She presses a dagger into his hand. She lays down, and he gently slides the blade between her ribs and into her heart. Then, as she dies, he holds her and gently kisses her lips. "Thank you," she breathes. Her eyes slowly close and he kisses her again, for the last time. He holds her close long after she is dead, mourning her and remembering what they had been through together. He is sad to lose her, but at the same time is haDream


A night not meant livingShe held me tight to preserve the night She peered at me with eyes that told me That she found herself in me Yet I lay as a stone, impassive to her touchA night not meant living
She poured her soul onto me As an oily substance that can’t be shook off She seeped into me desperate to become one with me Yet nothings felt with how hard she grips me
She breathed hard with her emotions raging Mine hard with exertion of energy Her night was fueled by the warmth of passion And mine by the labor of pleasure
She saw in me the prince of her dreams I saw in her the centerfold of m
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