Indulgence. Take leave of me and senses.
Permit me to be a skeptic.
There are too many things that you can’t explain.
Time has reason for slowing.
Fanning the flames of bitter trend.
Discontent benign but growing?
Burning the candle at both ends
Utter indifference showing.
Scorching resentment buries a friend.
What is the question in knowing?
Abstract shapes stitched together.
Fragments of life.
Read between the lines.
Find connections, patterns in chaos.
- Blue Screen of Death - TH..
- Forsaken, Forgotten for N..
- Burning the Candle at Bot..
- Third Rail to the Third W..
- Acapello Gold
- Vanity Might Protect
- Memorized Fairytales
- Distention of Time - THC ..
- Release of Tears