So my dreams are more than real

you were a dream I painted and wished to own	I do not trust this beautiful thing we call memory	There is no real me	dream yourself goodbye
There is no right answer	The imaginary world where I make up things and they are true	I wish I were as smart as I am	Skinny people have it bad, too
Define "Real"	Durkheim and Suicide	With a Whimper	This dream is tied to a horse that will never tire
these are no more your dreams than this is your sky	she's dreaming. a perfect life is right there on the pillow	Spend an hour with us and you'll never be the same	This one goes out to you - not so much the people in the audience, but more the people in my mind
My alternate dream world	It seemed so real, to me these are more than wasted days	Sailing into the Arc of the Sun	August 20, 2010
vibrant sky	December 28, 2008	Marked For Destruction

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