Posted on June 5, 2014 Poetry Sometimes poetry is silent… Sometimes a masterpiece has no canvas… Sometimes music has no sound… Sometimes… It’s just good to be alive. Spread My Filth!!!Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Everything Hurts & I'm Dying 
well said!
Reblogged this on Martha Keim-St. Louis' blog and commented:
yeah, it does
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