david wesley writes

Thursday, August 30, 2007

echoes of crystal eyes

burn crystal eyes! i smell like urine in latrines. i've got blasted blood veins in my eyes. burn crystal healer! i smell like echoes on the fringe. a washout. a hippie. a burner. a shaman. can you feel me, see me, touch me, be me? i am a slave to this world. crystal eyes, can you free me?

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