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Your View On Thingswe'll just stand here by this chain-link fence weaves of diamonds or squares depending on who you talk to. it makes sense to stand while we wait just as we smile as we gaze or stare when we want. but I hate to wait or keep anyone waiting. I poked the most confident one because he was holding an instrument. in between songs:Your View On Things
Are you an anarchist?
I wanted to know because I don't like anarchists and I don't like waiting to hear what they have to say. He poked me back with his bong and told me to get lost.
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amI am not a writer because I am a stranger people can conceive we are so complex I am not a drinker because I want to be a wizard. give me some ale and I'll make it into powder and I'll sprinkle you &nam
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countingchildren are playing in the lakeside park of specifically they stand in the grass with the cars weaving by and a grandmother she watches them with the sun dazzling down she's fifty miles away by now. children are playing brother and sister and God he watches. they argue he watches the boy tells her no matter what he always has one greater than her. Always one more no matter what she says.counting
to infinity.
she was a headstrong child with not much to show for it and shouted t
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living dangerously.they crouched on the bench and what were they doing would be the only question to ask them. but clearly they crouched on the bend, bathed in liquefied artificial glows. their shadows looked ready to pounce the enormity of them frightening. but nobody was awake so it hardly mattered. they were a couple they were brother and sister they were neighbors whatever you think, they are. proudly, however they thought of today and how there was no escaping memory if you worried about it. a thought only haunts it you don'tliving dangerously.
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Gold DelusionsI was a measly sprig of cloned grass growth stunted by the tainted tonic of society You were a vibrant sunflower sparkling with distinctive smiling rays.Gold Delusions
The green left in my cells withered until I was colorless and numb Your shrinking facade lingered artificial figures replacing your demeanor of punctured glee We abolished that insufferable plastic together you taking only an extra minute. Suddenly my mind sparked with a chilled flint.
I became a black rainbow grinning sinisterly with vigor newfound steel in my mind
living of
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- Favourite poet or writer: David Sedaris, Neil Gaimen
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There's the moon asking to stay
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Gay is NOT a Synonym for Shitty! Pick up a Dictionary!
Smile Like You Mean It Cuz One Day All Your Teeth Are Gonna Fall Out & You'll Miss Every Second Of It
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Stood on my roof & tried to see you forgetting about me
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when facing reality only true ppl cane face it the scared only hide.. what are you? a hero to your self or a failiur to the world?
you can google it though. That's where I found mine.
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To live a creative life,
we must lose our fear
of being wrong.
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when facing reality only true ppl cane face it the scared only hide.. what are you? a hero to your self or a failiur to the world?
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~*Get Your Geek On*~
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To live a creative life,
we must lose our fear
of being wrong.
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