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chill-out-my-brother · 8 days

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chill-out-my-brother · 9 days

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"To the ballroom dancer who dances for no-one as if it is a crowed room for them with no music playing decorations scattered all over the room with the spot light still moving along the dancer Nothing makes the dancer realize that no crowed is present. Just doing the routine that was rehearsed doing every move so persistent mataining focus seeking into amazment treading lightly on the tips of her toes flaying her arms twriling around building up momentum to complete her finnish with her final Maneuver she sticks it with perfect poster. She closes her eyes as she does a bow with the blow of a kiss she smiles, knowing that no crowd or one person or no-one is presented she still does her routine with full enthusiasm. She won without a trophy she won with the love of her art."

-Jeremy R. Young

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"I wanna travel on a road that's not paved. I wanna take the path that wasn't designed by human thought. I wanna discover this outward world that can be transiented inward and somehow escape this shell. The only thing is between both of these views is that they are balanced! not one has an advantage than the other both are on this equal plane as the gate keeper has to comprehend the wisdom between both roads as once its claim it becomes a journey from there and so on you must find and take guidance with a heart full of true grit, so walk along the narrow strip my friend this is your journey take it slow like a snail crossing the road."

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chill-out-my-brother · 1 month

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"You are the wave gently flowing. Recognize it! Calm yourself so you land on the shore peacefully. With anger, you will spread more out over flooding with too much anger! You will arise to the skies to come bashing down, destroying what's in the way. This is the Zen way to channel your waves calmly, not roughly! flow gently, drown your anger into ablivion, and gently touch the shore."

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chill-out-my-brother · 2 months

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"Keep hugging me tighter till I feel comfort in myself again"

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chill-out-my-brother · 2 months

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chill-out-my-brother · 2 months

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"If you're an artist and you're greedy with your work, then your work has tarnished what art represents, and your name and work will just become trash."

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chill-out-my-brother · 3 months

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chill-out-my-brother · 3 months

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"When you are ready for it! With the willpower within, you can accept the situation thats presented an offer yourself to it to become at peace so you are ready for the next opportunity that comes around.Candle flame is waving everywhere no wind direction anywhere "Run and jump through the mirror, shattered reality "The nude theater has varnished, the end of the 20th century, of real performance "We have shund our bond to the mythic gods and goddess we took our eternal knowledge and experience a way to present it to them, it's quite sad what we have shown between new technologies and ancient rituals in third world countries. New Diseases, New Languages, New Culture. Sheep like creatures and rabbied dogs abiding each other. The side of a coin is either nothing or the other side, but it is also nothing. Valuable. The world is represented in a heartwarming commercial with little slips of chaos, riots, war, and suicide shown between the short clips. To show the viewer what we represent. Are you a part of this hoax dream that is killing your true spirit? Are you part of the machine?"

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chill-out-my-brother · 3 months

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"Flowing down a river of dreams! Existince is kinda wicked when you're viewing from the first person view as if you could see it from a different form of view. I wonder if your views, desires, and love struggles and losses would have a different impact on you. In a red light district, no more money, no fame, just wisdom to gain. No more power, no more struggle. I tried painting a picture, and it may have been difficult to read and understand as my life was all just a smear on a canvas. Lonlieness is building a wall for out of sight no one truly needs to recognize you for who you are because they view you in a version they have made so no matter how you paint that wall no-one sees it except you."

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chill-out-my-brother · 3 months

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"Sometimes in life, we lay on eachothers shoulders as we are wet souls appearing to be open like an ancient ruins. Give me freedom, and give me a chance. I wanna be born, not like the rest. What are we? Explores? Time consumes the abilities of man. The edge is near he sees clear through your lies when you're in trouble demise. Running through the woods dogging trees, hearing the leafs crumble under feet, chasing the future, leaving the past behind. I don't know where you are going. Ignore the crows that are at the window. Give me trust in the night. Let's reinvent, unchoreagraph the ways in the scared rituals trying to go beyond the laws of nature. Adulterated daughters appear so openly, expand your horizons through thick fog, very lucid, pure vision. You got what you needed, so let me get back to my road to nowhere. So what was the reason? The story is over."

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chill-out-my-brother · 3 months

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"Cling to the architect making moves around this dead old town, retried folks tucked away in their little safe huts as the teenage lunatics go searching through run down builds slipping between alley ways to find trouble. Wondering left in hopeless nights. The steer astranged tales that wonder on in our minds we are figures of heros and villains that become intertwine. Come with me, come with me! Let's wonder to the outskirts of town we hear a big crash. Screams and crying babies near by looking over seeing death looking at the dead teenager's laying in the ditch "The moon hangs off barley over the valley near the town that is mostly asleep before midnight the highways scretch loudly, everyone is asleep in their comfty boxes sitting up on top of this hill looking at this town that I was born and raised as people come and go nothing to strange about it just same buildings and different faces that are more recognized. (Home) what is home really? Some find it in another town or driven around, we become apart of our surroundings so as if this town is me i continue to have these changes around me but hold onto these old clings that just weigh me down as when I look south ontop the hill I begin to wonder if I will never become who I want to just like this town."Hello there, (loudly) how must we gather here in these open fields and run like children smiling in the mid summer night with light bugs and laughter. In the Ora of all we stand In the presence of the divine between us and creation!

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