Sleepless sleepings in the very dark hours that turn into the sun. Apollo saying hey get the f*ck out of them sheets you god forsaken pitfall of a human. Only we shed our shadows to live among the gods only to live in their shadows to be awakened again at the next step when the darkness moves. Nightmares penetrating our hearts to bleed the happy frightened creatures from your soul. When can I ponder the endless realities of the fortunate imagination of the undivided universe? Where does reality begin and imagination end? Frightening consciousness fleeing the very sunlit world of reality to seek a blissful darkness of imagination. Can we imagine anything or can anything imagine us. Who can we ever look to for protection? No god can help us. No religion. No war. No leader. No parent. No doctor. No friend. No lover. We are alone. Me, myself. Us we are alone. No better two people than one. We are us. Our myself. Endless endings of the undivided mind.

By Donnie Morton

feel free to say whatever you want about it.

Very nice

thanks

why no posts?

There's not too much to say, its a "make you think"er Its nice, I like it.

thats all i need
short comments are nice

im keeping this thread alive

hopefully more than 45 people read this

lets see if i can get more than 55 today

Am I #55 if so I want a prize,,

First off Welcome to our Humble home

And yes it makes ya think,, I like

welcome

hello

enjoy your self indeed

its what i do

if your gonna keep this thing going youve got to liven it up a bit

what do you suggest

Pitch Beans and I against some guy who thinks hes the sh!t and that should be fun

that does sound intersting

it is, verry much so You just need to be comfy with your manhood