I haven't written for a while; I could be waiting for Something forgotten or perhaps not certain but still pressing And pooling brave by the old ones for a lack of shade Texture arises and objects of danger aspect curious Stomp scarf welcome well. Have I lost the current? Or was it in the pie he took? Do you cringe in embarrassment At such a pretentious presentation? Have I seen god at a higher speed? Are they always looking for someone else - smash sorrow! Take a break to get some sleep or check it out down in the cube Bubble invert buy a new fatigue Break a lone and don't be late And mother of god please care Why waste words when a simple Expletive is love and acceptance There still aren't any pictures Is there still someone to talk to I can indulge in inanity and the weed of the week, But what does our hero have to say? (he drops dead) Its getting thinner and brighter Threshold is overused but becoming a short pause while I plod... As long as we've talked of values we still have not arrived With any nonincipient tranquilities I know it's in me... The circumstances of release... I can feel the caged lightning But aren't I all real and valid Sometimes often suppose err It's time to lie on the floor The mirror's dirty, and I should Clean my glasses, too --- oil on a brush burn "doncha evah lissen to da radyo"
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