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I was thinking about thinking but it really didn`t get me very far, so I thought I`d throw a Tarot but I only got the Priestess and the Star. There`s a shadow cast between the future and the past: the room and I agree to buy some time... The cards don`t tell truth nor lies, only options and cusp lines the furniture in the black room. I`ve been thinking abour acid, but, it seem there`s not a reason tobelieve. I don`t make a vital breakthrough and it walks me like a dog upon a lead. It`s all unreal and, the way I feel, I`d like to try and make it on my own... Going to the feeling is find: I really have me a good pleasure cruise. But, deep in my mind, I`m no better or worse, just open to the walls. Paint peels in the black of my room I`m only talking about myself, ordering my treasure shell, documenting these present feelings as the future sets me reeling... What I`ll be is what I am, I`m simply trying not to sham or fake. Use vision as sense and not as crutch! It doesn`t mateer all that much; whatever happens we`ll all survive. I`m only trying not to pawn my life. When I`m (maybe) old and strait-laced, shall I then deny all that I feel? In words of bitter compromise, re-smelt the wrath that`s in my eyes like steel? Be a hermit then? Or be a miser? Be a man who hasn`t managed yet to write his rules? The Fool? The future holds my hand in the room... Well, then my ghosts shall steer down through the years and lay a hand upon my soul like ice.
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