August 2011
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untitled song
sometimes i wonder if i am there or partially not
but i know this thing will never go go around
into space and time to see the circus of light
now were back at home
and we sit and bone but not really at all
tired and blinded
sticky fingers plastic arms
no good sally as me by the heart and she tells me she’ll squeeze with her all
spiraling (ohh ohh ohhh)
falling (ahh ahh ahhh)
now...
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whatever writing
my garden of imagination cannot be burned because i keep good care of it, while most kids my age have completely let their gardens die, i have been keeping mine fruitful, warm and innocent. Yes i am 19 year old guy who plays with his action figures still, who still buys toys, create battles in my room, use sticks while on hikes as swords and guns, pretending im in another world, i guess you could...
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a sticky world
I cant believe i feel real, all i wanted was a little flight
just to the universe of thought, but i guess it was a fluke thought
i walk around and its sticky, and it smells green and purpley
i see the red trails going to the center of the piece that will eventually blow with the wind
I sit after waiting, should i take some more from the tree? the fruit of knowledge is in my backyard, and my...
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diamond rain
Mild mind, controlling type, wasp like, broken child
There was a feeling, this situation was deepening
going back into a ball, imagining what can fall
The diamond rain, is all she wants, its all she can take, its the only thing that will make her sing
her eyes were glossed over, thinking of only one thing, it was the diamond rain, it was beating down on her city of thought
and now this the...
our need for convinence
will be the ultimate down fall of humans
