And so you've come to a point where you find out who I really am. Not in direct words, but through the only way any professional dreamer is able to express themselves, through poetry. Read on, but be careful, for not everything you'll read here is pleasant.

one more addiction
gone forever
and now we rage
a choice
just a kid
plastic garbage can
it won't be long now
transition to the sky
transparent sky
surgeon general's warning
get me out of here
trippin'
i grew up today
smoker's sorrow
a better day
spinnin' 'round
all the children love to play
weeping at the sky
saxophone blues
and the mother watched
the day your world died
whispering at your window
when you come home
abracadabra
fake reality
thought police
glow in the dark stars
little girl
music never dies
daydream
paper god
my child

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