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Time may really not permit us to speak of how dangerously we live; how feverishly this transient life passes.Time may not permit us to speak very much. So, one of the greatest legacies anyone can bequeat his or her coming generation is a relic: a telltale to posterity of all our tears, fears, pains, adversities, and of course, laughter.

As I float through space…

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i'm floating round my tin can

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After The Golden Age

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Mythos poem.

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Spiraling out into a dark direction ~ Carmello Yello


Thank you for your time!

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Corpse Pose

Hand Written
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The piece I wrote for Lululemon's UNITEd State campaign, during a yoga session I sat and observed.

Yesterday I heard the Earth Breathe

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