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Good afternoon.

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Only 17!!! He’s gonna do great things as long as he doesn’t let the fast pace of the business break him. Keep yourself strong brotha!

Declan McKenna - Brazil

Declan McKenna is a young musician from Britain. He makes alternative music with an interesting twist. He recently performed his first headlining gig in London. His single Brazil is available on Bandcamp.

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I need this in my life!

You Blew It! ‎– You Blue It 10"

/100 cyan/royal blue half & half with white splatter vinyl || Topshelf Records 2014

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“Never seen wild eyes like yours”

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This Album is one you need to know

Bracewar - Juggernaut

Source: https://imgur.com/2qqV4Nb

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Summerizing my year in photo form, life has dealt me quite the hand and I am nothing but, pleased with the path its set me on. Times may have been tough from here to there, those difficulties however, are what have taught me to be a much more resilient individual and strive to do both better improve upon myself and to give my self to the world in a much more understanding and accepting manner. 

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Hope you all enjoy this is some of the music, I've been working on with my brothers! Enjoy! LIGHT AND LOVE!!!! <3

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To look at a partner with lips like these in my waking moments everyday, would be so great. haha

black and white

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So glad the homie hooked me up with these dudes dope jams!

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Teeth Like Tar

Coffee stained teeth

Rumors ruining sleep

Feels like the grounds crumbled up underneath

A casualty of caring

A criminal of the carnal

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Some of my band Dead Bedouin’s performance at Eclectic Roots Music Festival this past Saturday Oct. 17th!

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Ends

Here's to memories made and the way they drift from the foreground and into the back. If only time did not allow for such a terrible waste. We grip with the tips of the five fingers we have; still they slip through the cracks in our hands A constant cycle of moving in and moving out Like the sheets on a mattress where two bodies Once left the indentations from their figures as they rest next to one another; two silhouettes Here's to the memories made and the way pictures provide proof of what once was there Goodnight, Good morning; precursors to the light and the way of a new day Here's to the memories made and here's to hopes that they never fade; Let them become the lessons learned, teachings taught and Decisions decided

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Enjoyment.

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Claw

Dig the tips of your fingers into my skin Pull away at the flesh I’m living in A mess, A wreck A man begging for common sense Penny for your thoughts Do you look into your eyes anymore? Do you still think about the thoughts, you had as time passed by?

As the soft epidermis of this other creatures figure rubs against my own; I feel the passionate passing of animal sensations through my frame the connection we lost to the land upon which we walk Footstep after footstep and I’m not finding things any clearer I'm more lost then ever, and more connected then ever too Losing myself and finding myself further and further from lies Drifting deeper into the pools of shimmering truth.

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Having quiet the breakdown

Anyone willing to talk , feel free to comment.