Closure.
So... It's 8am right now... everyone is passed out, bodies scattered around like a war hit. A heavy mixture of alcohol and marijuana, a night to be remembered on such a large scale in such a small world. So, it…
The Cognitive Collection
Archive: 2004-07
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She Dance's with Her Soul
There she is again as she steps thru the door. She’s wearing a smile that I can’t help but adore. Walking tall and taking her time, knowing that life is made up of rhymes. She’s home at last the stars shine bright, hidde…