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| damn it all to hell... i missed the 19th...
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| being sick really sucks.... i havn't been this sick in awhlie. With me
crying all the time, my nose running constantlly, a splitting headache,
and a nice hot fever... it amazes me how i still can come out even in
two great poker games. I am a living god....
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| Silence. Its what i wanted wasn't it? Sitting in a cold smug disdane for human actions. For my actions.
I paint smiles across the walls so i have insight into why i want what
i want. Its like looking into millions of mirrors while searching for
your soul. These mirrors are dirty and need to be washed.
I have optimisim in my eyes; looking forward to the peace that each
desolate day brings. Hard work really does pay off. Time flows like a
river and when you try to dam reality, all you get is mud. Day by day
and breath by breath, patience is always a virtue.
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Pink
Pink shoes parade
on my consciousness
Wrapping
and tapping my mind in a daze
Qualities that
lack tastefulness
Leaving my eyes in a dirty pink haze
When your mind is
too small and your head is too big
Light as a
feather you resemble a pig
You could never
really fit.
Girl you drive me
crazy
In a good way I think
But when I close
my eyes
All I see is pink
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| - Nothing Better
irony has an odd way of playing out, and life sometimes can seem to be so unfair and yet so just. What time is it?
Peace
A skewed obscure
utopia
Delicious in thought
Tasteless in translation
Confused my
socialist capitalism
With
my capitalist socialism
Adolescence, I’m still a wet dream water gun
Yearning to be a sex pistol
With diction as
my gun and words as my bullets
I shoot just to hear the boom.
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