

These are the daysThese are the days of waning youth When make-believe gives way to truth When hopes and dreams hang on to see Their place in possibilityThese are the days


everybody's trainseverybody's trains cars in a row all knowing where they want to go hope for sunny hope for bright hope for traction on dark wet nights the choice is fate's not yours or mine but the tracks get more slippery the higher you climbeverybody's trains


somethingsThe wants and the needs the fire they feed a yellow red orange jumping thingsomethings
the like and the love the snow colored dove white white white into infinity
the give and the get the people you've met red black yellow white anycolor
the weak and the strong the struggler's song low and low with mournful sighs
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Digitial. ... Photography? ... Ferrets!
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Nothing is good nor evil, but thinking makes it so. -shakespeare
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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