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Dry Pulp
Marred by the expectations of the early trailer, a picture that seemed so soft and free was not so appealing, yet when running to the...
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Flashed Desires of a Phony
Follow the snake to that gold lit cave, reach the end of the tavern, resting beneath your footsteps, those, those, uncovered, holy...
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360
The journey to the disillusioned center, frameless circling in that narrow drain, encircling the dilemma of the strange, push it deep...
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Dementia, Chapter 1: Over & Out
A thousand forces couldn’t break those chains, it could have been worse if I tried to refrain, one night, few seconds, few words, and it...
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Marching Orders
Marching ants, vibrant sunflowers, flowing waves of birds, everything was not so complex as a flock of herds, life was never that easy as...
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