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Crow | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. I live in a shack at the end of the road. In a town called Misery that nobody knows. It’s a lonely, dying, pit filled with sorrow and woe. And every morning at dawn, you can hear a low crow. And that crow, now, he’s sick, he’s twisted, and wrong. He got up from his cot, his feathers jagged and long. And so he took a dive. But in...
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Peace | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. A heart ripped from a chasm. When a heart breaks. Like a star dying. It sucks everything in. And doesn’t give a fuck about. What the hell dies. Cause everything is dead. Doesn’t have business existing. While She’s so dead. Her face is wet. Why can She feel it? How can She still feel? She can’t feel a heartbeat.
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Etlevs S. R. Wolf | 16bit16beat
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A symphony of ideas. A melody of words. What You Need To Know, Before You Need To Know It. Education is the key to success…[a geographical state of mind]. The two points on this plane being good (perfection), and bad (failure), where nothing lies between. Anything that would seem to fall between automatically gets shoved to hang out with the “bad” point. As you have probably noticed by now, this leaves literally no room for error for anything short of perfection is failure. Realistic occupations frequent...
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Almost Done!!! | Excess Bloggage
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Profound is just vague in better clothes. Posted by Kapitan Tandem. Log Two Log Who. June 18, 2012. I’ve just finished one of the two remaining tracks! This is track #7 of the album. When I was mixing this two days ago, there was something off about it that I couldn’t put my finger on. Finally this morning, I pushed the tempo up by 10 bpm. And what do you know? That was the thing! It was a tad bit too slow. So, here it is. The title is the link, and the lyrics are below! Log Two Log Who. You are commenti...
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November | 2011 | 16bit16beat
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A symphony of ideas. A melody of words. What You Need To Know, Before You Need To Know It. Archive for November, 2011. Education is the key to success…[a geographical state of mind]. Again, it isn’t really something that keeps me up at night [that’s a lie], but its still something I’ve noticed that greatly disturbs me. And yes, I wrote this in class. Geography🙂. November 21, 2011 Categories: Uncategorized. The Accuracy Of An Educated Guess. Realistic occupations frequently involve work activities that i...
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Quiet Moments | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. Maybe it’s these quiet moments. That minute or two that you spend. Maybe these define us. Maybe it’s the faith and trust that we put in ourselves. The bet that maybe we’ll become something. Maybe that makes us. Maybe it’s the love that we pour into our work. The pure will that keeps on coming. And pushing us to be.
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What You Need To Know, Before You Need To Know It. | 16bit16beat
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A symphony of ideas. A melody of words. What You Need To Know, Before You Need To Know It. What You Need To Know, Before You Need To Know It. So by all means, enjoy, click, and read until the little story elves in your head rub their tummies in satisfaction! Just remember not to take anything too seriously, because that is unhealthy, and unhealthy living is equivalent to (colon) (shift 9). May 26, 2011 at 12:17 am. Oh, i mean 16bit16beat *wink-wink-nudge-nudge*😀. May 26, 2011 at 1:07 am. You, my friend,...
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Blur | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. I used to believe in a magic. That grew through you. And does it hurt to dig? Oh, The things I felt when I knew you. I used to trust in my body. Old post cards left in stacks. Leave me stumbling over my tracks. Maybe blood’ll drown out the facts. And leave scabs to cover the cracks. Would the lonely be so kind. Left alone to rust.
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Echo | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. The ghost of an echo fills these halls. Where young men walked many years ago. When the true echo was still golden. And the air was silken and free. A moment in time where people slept. Never aware of the only true rest. The rest of the ageless. Rest that mimicked sleep. As sleep mimics rest. Unaware are the living of the dead.
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It’s Far Too Early To Tell | Crossroad Cursed
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For the Ghosts of the Past Who Never Found Themselves. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. Life Isn’t a Picture. Where There Is Nothing. Whispers of the World. Sweet Scent of Discontent. It’s Far Too Early To Tell. It’s far too early to tell. If the scars will heal. And the cracks will seal. I’ve been hurt from the sickly days. That aged my withered face. Spent rotting in a tarnished life. And I can’t even recognize. And the darkened skies. That pass me by. As the world whispers lies. It’s far too late to see.