Mindcell

About mindcell The skies of Portland, Oregon have a tendency to grow as dark as the secret corners of our collective minds. Caught between what is real and what is make believe, the thoughts of those who have crept along these streets have engaged in conspiracy to cause reflection of memories and moments, that to say the least, leave something to be desired. What is the balance between what you believe and what is believable? Only we, as a divided front, can answer such a question. Read more on Last.fm …read full bio

About mindcell The skies of Portland, Oregon have a tendency to grow as dark as the secret corners of our collective minds. Caught between what is real and what is make believe, the thoughts of those who have crept along these streets have engaged in conspiracy to cause reflection of memories and moments, that to say the least, leave something to be desired. What is the balance between what you believe and what is believable? Only we, as a divided front, can answer such a question. What is certain is that regardless of the decaying multiple interests, there remains one common bond amongst those who sleep under this marble sky. Thought...which leads to the power to provoke. Trapped within these walls there is a person dying to live, and die again. There is a second in time we all wish we could have back. There is strength in failure, for without it, success would be nothing more than a fable fallen upon the empty eyes of the world's children. Trapped within our mental cortex is the path least traveled, but the one most adored. This place of solitude is green with envy, red with desire and more often than not, blackened by experience. This place is beauty. This place is pain. This place...is the Mindcell. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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…shrink me down again