Tuesday, November 13, 2007


Misty morning, a haze that cloaks the coast.
Submerged in nature, complete in Mexico.
Completely unaware, and unable to communicate.
Falling on my face to get up and try again.
will we find the direction we are seeking?
No stopping us now, they are waiting for you.
Lines on the attack, nothing stands in their way.
White blankets sit you in the sand.
Go get high on pretty faces.
If i described what i was seeing, you would believe me
because its so cliche.....
everything is perfect,
but there is always something

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Brendon Masters

Oceanside, CA, United States
you already know too much about me