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  Ferrell is the beast as it stalks it's prey. Lustful appetite for the emotional drain. A swirling mass of confusion spread out in it's wake. Consumption; It's only goal. Separation is key to it's survival. It thins the herd and...

Thinking

Written on March 6th, 2013 Time slows to the mind and things clear to the visionary insights of a lost soul. Wishful thinking gives way to the absurdities of reality’s ever insisting truths. Windows to the Never Could, close, as doorways to the...

A Question

  A soul is left to wander through the pathways of the heart down all the broken trails and the forest; ever dark To rise above the treeline to stand upon the peak of the mountains set before it as it searches for what it seeks And...