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Cover me with your blanket
my shelter from the pouring rain
from the dark clouds
ready to bring their thunder
a thunderstorm is coming
cover me, blanket
tuck me in tenderly
calm me down
with the sound of your
beating heart
caress my hair
while you leave
kisses on my forehead
 Apr 2020 Harley Hucof
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 Apr 2020 Harley Hucof
flora
way above the clouds,
i watch the moon change phase
floating in the stars,
i’m in a cosmic daze
whispers in my ear,
the planets call my name
so far from it all,
don’t have to feel

lying on the moon,
nowhere else feels right like this
tangled in the sky,
all my sorrows disappear
finally i’m free,
i cry tears of golden light
so far from it all,
don’t even think of you

i’m falling, but i don’t mind falling up here
i’m reaching, but i don’t need catching,
it’s so clear
i’m floating, but never feeling
i’m wondering,
if i’ll every have to leave
this poem is actually the lyrics to a song i wrote

https://open.spotify.com/track/7GZxei1nWTEIHBGNv9k7HP?si=woeywUD5TZCALK2WA_OOkA

thank you so much if you took the time to read this and listen to my song
I’m fatal, to your life,
And though you know,
you don’t resist me.
You ****** me puff by puff
until I was reduced to
well, not nothing.
You didn’t stop with me,
And went on and on,
a new one every day,
new soul every day.
You think I ceased to exist
and no trace of me remained,
but wrong you are and
that you should know,
I am and will remain to be
inside, where you took me.
Turn is mine but you don’t realize
as I ruin you cell by cell,
like you did to me, few months ago
until that time arrives,
when you will be reduced to
well, not nothing
and death finds your way.
Then you may join my other half
with no one to avenge your fate.
Regards, that cigarette of 7th October.
A cigarette wishes to take revenge on its smoker and destroy him like it was destroyed.
I became unsure as to the correlation of knowledge with meaning,
And happiness.

“There’s always a lighthouse.
There’s always a man.
There’s always a city.”
There’s always a question,
There’s ever a quest,
There may be an answer
but never an end.

Experience everything,
Be anything,
Forget nothing,
Become something;
This is existence.
There’s no turning back.
The unexamined life is not worth living,

But the over-examined life loses meaning.
All we can do is grant each other equal significance
and thus strike a balance between being.

Lines Three, Four, and Five from Elizabeth in Bioshock: Infinite.
I've always marveled
at the aptness inherent
in the trivial meaning-making
which coined the term 'four-twenty'.
It speaks to the nature of the stuff.

Here's to 4:20, 4/20, 4.20,
We mark it a holiday In Praise of Idleness.

Who could have known the antics
of a handful of high schoolers
in San Rafael, California
should be the origin of this celebration
of cannabis culture.
Humble beginnings.

The Æon Illuminate sought ॐgolessness
to escape the ∀xiom of suffering.


The Cybran §ymbionte became 0therwise
by chaining themselves to ∃xistence.

Neither afraid to burn through their essence
nor torch the old world.
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