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Sister’s Little Helper

Johnny Cash stepped to the front of the stage and looked out into the smoke and haze, wiped a

Nettles and Dust bless my lips and lift my soul away this one’s done, this one’s done kiss my breast,

Roaming Snyder 5 hours ago · Edited “steal away far from home lose yesterday,” moments shrieked inside my head with a pointless

Scratch lyrics from Roaming Snyder (by Elvis Angel) open road, my cart, steeds in front of me. i lift my

Mind in the energy jumping from molecule to molecule, spiraling around the stalks of bones and reaching toward the sky.

the experience, the voice of the third eye… peel away the fetter blow away the tether pump and turn forever

Romy, hiding in the willow branches one moment, lying on his bed and looking up at Mary the next. He

heroes are within. the admirable qualities of the other have always been there right along with the rotten ones. it

“…and in that day of stone it was given unto the ape like preachers with heads of skull and jawbones

my eyes can’t see to know through blind dust tragedy so blessed on my way i go, I just dont