Kale Beaudry - A Tribute to Dionysius, the Hellfire of the '60s - Part II

Kale Beaudry - A Tribute to Dionysius, the Hellfire of the '60s - Part II

To think I truly forgot br what this is—a lie br & to think I understand br is a myth br br finding it increasingly difficult br to keep this pen in my hands br followed with words I br couldn't possibly br understand. br br Irrational; irresponsible, br no focus wextra focus br & thoughts dribble from tongue br br doing my best to keep my br spirits alive, in another br world I would br have br died. br br problems & complexities br people w personalities br forever entwined. br br associate with morning breeze br thru parks bench and ocean beach br a synonymous greeting of br affection caressing br your every curve. br br It's always busy. br always. br something that shakes me to my center core br something that fills me with uncertain br flavour br something br something that br always. br It's never quiet. br br lost a father to brainwash br mirroring myself unto br his fucking fate. br br (a single penned line scribbled, capturing seven minutes of br Riders on the Storm.


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