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Polluted MindsTwisted fantasies festoon my waking sleep, And hidden nightmares in pleasant flowers Draw my eye and rip my mind, To fragments of soft-weeping soul That lie upon a broken ground. Devoid of life, blanketed in moss. And as I sprawl there I wonder where, From what pitted and monstrous seed Rose these shattered forms,Polluted Minds
These towering wooden giants That devour truth and eat courage. What intricacies of night Could spawn a forest Filled with the nightmares of man? Only man himself
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- Interests: reading, music, poetry, nature, the universe, the meaning of life . . . mostly mundane stuff.
- Favourite movie: Hot Fuzz
- Favourite band or musician: Death Cab For Cutie, Noah & the Whale, The Dykeenies, We Are Scientists, Cage The Elephant, etc
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- Favourite style of art: Poetry
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- Personal Quote: "We're animals trying to be angels, but we are not able to know without words" - Ann
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